Fingertips Blown by the Wind

What can it take to keep you? I give you the thin streets, the despairing dusk, and the moon in the wilderness. I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith - Borges Lin Weinan: If I had never met you, I would not long for that glimmer of light. Talisman: In this world, there is no struggle, no desire, no desire. You said: I only want this life, the wind blows through my fingertips at night, maybe, I can allow you a dusk. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.