Everyone said that Pei Xinghe was the sun.
Only I know that the sun will go out too.
He died on the 123rd day of my redemption.
At the funeral, his mother cried and said: "His last wish was for you to live well."
But they don't know.
A world without him is the real death to me.
As I swallowed the whole bottle of sleeping pills, I saw him standing in the light and smiling at me.
This time, I can finally embrace my sun.
Intention: Salvation is not about possession, but about letting you see the light even if I extinguish it.