He once owned a universe - the stars were her eyes and the tides were her breath. Everyone said that she was the god he had kissed throughout his youth, and that she was the warm name that she had painted on the canvas thousands of times.
Until that carefully planned "accident" melted his wings into ashes. He saw with his own eyes how the mud splashed when he fell stained the hem of her pure white skirt. And she took half a step back and gently took the other person's arm.
Her farewell words are as gentle as a knife
As a result, the proud man became the biggest joke in the circle. He watched her attend the charity dinner side by side with him, watched him put on the wedding ring that should have belonged to him on her, and watched every photo of the "Made in Heaven" on social media become bone spurs driven into his spine.
He reorganized himself among the ruins. Peel off the gentleness of the past and forge cold reason and edge. The technology empire he created is even bigger than before, and he has become a myth with no warmth in the financial pages. Everyone said that that man's heart had died long ago. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass and drank it in one gulp. The liquid burns the throat but cannot warm it
