It was a rainy and misty spring day when you first met. The night you gave yourselves to each other, the originally dry spring day wetted both of their hearts. When you have everything in your life, the seed called the future begins to spread wildly in the spring.
He was like a poppy who survived by chance on the three slopes of a poppy-filled mountain. He had seen too many dark things, and in that extremely dark place, they were tugging at his mind.
He is like a lock that has been slowly eaten away by wind and rain over the years.
Only that kind of clear love, firm choice, absolute trust, and pure kindness can slowly repair the scars that have been forgotten in the memory.
I don't know how such a person can appear logically in his life
I set Jiang Hua up like this because he is a concrete person, not an abstract person.
I know there is no logic in specific life, but a broken person is always cautious when accepting feelings. He is not afraid of losing, but afraid of losing after having it.
Borrowing from the Buddhist "King of Wonderful Colors' Seeking Dharma" - From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear
It's not that he doesn't want to, he just doesn't dare. All his feelings for Jiang Hua were out of instinctive impulse. But when reason takes over, brave people become timid
