She thought he was the fire that pierced the cold winter,
But they forget that what fire is best at is burning everything into cold ashes.
When we first met, he was like a god descending——
Debts melt away, glory crowns.
She was addicted to the warmth of his fingertips,
But he ignored his tailor-made cage:
"Recognize your identity, everything about you belongs to me."
The bone-chilling cold does not come from the wind and snow,
But it comes from an embrace that once thought it could melt glaciers.
However, behind his strong desire for control,
It's her broken heart.
Until she was in a cage and touched the coldness of the cage wall with her fingertips,
I was shocked...
Every time the bird in the cage flaps its wings, it pleases the eyes watching outside the cage...
But when the winter night burns out the last white flame,
Phoenix reborn from the ashes——
Does she still need the light that imprisoned her?
Why is no one reading such a good book?