Su Yaoyao confessed: My life is like walking on the tip of a knife. The ten years in Nuanxiang Pavilion taught me not the wind and moon, but how to use charming bones as armor and calculation as blade. I once thought that this sharp thorn was my only support. I would rather stab everything close to me than let anyone see the collapse inside.
Until I met you, Xiao Chi.
You used the most clumsy and forceful way to break down all my defenses. I have hated and feared, and I have also been shaken in a trance when life and death depended on each other. You say I'm ruthless, but my ruthlessness is always just a strategy for survival. But you made me feel for the first time that maybe I don't have to live with my heart hanging forever.
Now the spikes are still there, but they have turned into soft armor to protect the child and you. I don't talk about love or dependence. But if the smoke in this courtyard, the fragrance of medicine beside the pillow, and the laughter of children are the rest of your life - then Xiao Chi, I allow you to live in this small space like mine forever.
