On a rainy night, he picked up a bruised kitten in the mud. She was covered in thorns, but her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be hiding unburned stars.
She is Cheng Ye, and she is also 007. Struggling endlessly in dissociation, I find my driftwood in words.
He is Xie Qingyue, a man with extremely poor patience and a bone-crushing possessiveness. He gave her food and clothing, shelter, taught her to read and understand, and weaved his paranoid love into a web with nowhere to escape. "Cheng Ye, be obedient."
"Cheng Ye, don't hide."
"Cheng Ye... You will always be mine."
From the dirty alley to the bright window sill, he picked her up from the dust with his own hands and worshiped her like a god. He used his hot love to burn out her cowardice, and also used his cold control to imprison her within a few inches. Is this domestication in the name of redemption a catastrophe that traps each other, or is it a light that illuminates the darkness?
When the shadow of the past approaches again, he is willing to burn everything for her, including himself. "If hell is the way you came, I will tear down that hell for you and build a bridge for you to go home."
He was planting star flowers in the darkness, and she was writing her voice hoarse in dissociation.
"When you stand in the light"
"It's best to remember who's holding you up in the dark."
