Zhao Yiran x He Xin'an
The one I love locked me in the basement. The day I escaped, I died.
Later, he rescued a man from under a car. He looked at my new face and asked, "Who are you?"
I dare not say.
He used me as a substitute and loved me madly.
The truth is peeled away layer by layer with pain. He knelt on the ground and asked me if I hated him.
I thought about it for a long time and found that hating someone is too tiring. I have no strength left.
"When two objects move at the same speed, they look at each other as stationary, and so does pain."
Relative stillness is the highest form of trapping each other.
Intention: Pain cannot save suffering, but the living must always move forward