Lin Mei remembered that her sister had said that the best lie is nine percent true and one percent false. What's scary about Chen Xu is that he makes even the slightest lie sound like it's dripping with blood.
"I can accept you," she said, "but I cannot accept your calculations in the name of love."
His pupils were out of focus and clear again: "Then you teach me. Teach me how to turn imitation into sincerity."
Even his sadness is so realistic.
Maybe my sister was wrong. The real flaw was not that she couldn't feel love, but that she felt it too hard, so hard that she began to wonder whether the so-called true love of humans was just a more refined imitation.
The snow stopped and the moonlight filled the room. Chen Xu was still kneeling on the spot, like a sculpture waiting for instructions. Lin Mei was suddenly curious, if she kissed him now, would she taste the salty taste of tears——
Although she knew that he would not cry at all.
Purpose: Good people have a peaceful life