Bai Youmo felt that Hei Yan's eyes were bottomless, but he clearly only saw himself in his eyes. When they see each other in their eyes, it's like a mysterious space that is constantly being reflected.
Hei Yan appeared silently in the darkness, and Bai Youmo pointed it out without looking back. The icy wind penetrated from the window along with the biting raindrops, becoming dark and twisted under the moonlight, and unknowingly turned into dense blood, slowly corroding the entire room.
Bai Youmo woke up suddenly. In front of him were only the books on the table and the faint warmth left by the wind.
"You are useless," he covered his ears, but these words echoed in his mind, making harsh echoes, "I will replace you."
Love wrapped in pain actually makes injury a fluke. Like a flame, it ignites everything with a scalding temperature. The firelight flickers and touches a large area. It breaks through the hot periphery and embraces the softness of the core, but it becomes the culprit that makes it disappear.
Some people don't need to look in the mirror, because there is always a mirror beside them that belongs to them.
Intention: Love yourself more