The light is very thin. Just enough to cut through the skin and flesh, and just enough to brighten tomorrow.
When the utility knife was pushed out, Gu tide saw the reflection on the blade.
When Zhou Muye came over, Gu tide saw the light tearing through the long dark night.
One is a falling stone, and the other is a weed growing in the sun.
They have never said the word "salvation" to each other. In the abyss of self-imposed isolation, these two words are too heavy and too hypocritical.
