The bone-eroding pain that should have been sealed away with youth, but could not find an outlet for half of his soul, actually became Alocasia's lingering nightmare for the next twelve years.
Three days of hasty love, three years of infatuation and illness. Xun Lang once said to her coldly: "We have only one ending, and that is that you hate me."
That's as you wish.
Wish me peace every year, and never see each other again.
Intention: To boil the cracks and fragments of the night into the lonely courage when the light breaks. The pain of youth, the extreme pull, Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng, self-salvation.
