The white moonlight you long for drowned in my heart long ago
---When the aurora turned into an execution ground, I pressed the poison button and smiled:
“The one who stole a life and lies buried in your heart...
is the only white moonlight that lasts forever.”
After all, the dead are the hardest to forget
The three essentials of a tragic-novel heroine: blind eyes, deaf ears, and a heart that still beats...
He once shoved me toward kidnappers: “She’s only worth fifty million.”
Later, I lay in the coffin he had ordered, and the child in my womb became the top trending headline.
He once splashed sulfuric acid on me for his childhood sweetheart, then watched with a smile as I was locked away in a psychiatric hospital.
Later, beneath the Antarctic ice, I livestreamed a wedding march to the beat of the heart he had donated.
“Lu Chengzhou, tell me, ”
When I was dying in the cold-storage room, was humming the song your white moonlight loved a trap?
Was the diagnosis saying I wouldn’t live past thirty a lie? And that line before the Antarctic escape pod, “The first to fall in love is the one who loses”...
Was it a warning that I would steal your heart?
