I thought the embers would take me to hell with them.
When I was eighteen years old, everyone who met me said that I was a quiet, well-behaved, and down-to-earth girl. They said that I would definitely spend my life peacefully.
But I know that I am a dying tree, eaten away by insects on the inside, and pretending to be flourishing on the outside. The wind blows through my body, but I cannot shrink.
So when the ember appeared in my life, when it broke the peace that I had tried so hard to cover up, I didn't hesitate to stick to it.
Speeding, hungover, wandering the empty streets, like two ghosts with their own thoughts.
I thought this was an earth-shattering fall. When I stabbed him into the hypocritical world, when I let myself love him, I thought he was as rotten as me.
But he is different from me. Inside his rotten shell are branches that are growing vigorously.
"Chi Jing, do you love me? Have you ever loved me?"
"Chi Jing, tell me, say you hate me, say you want to leave me!"
"Chi Jing, playing with me is like playing with a dog."
I have to leave you.
Purpose: Deconstruct the traditional "love soteriology", individual psychological alienation and inevitable tragic fate under the pressure of native family discipline and social reality.