Every moment when his heart was pricked was a pebble thrown by Yu Zhinan into the world. Until he couldn't stir up an inch of waves anymore, he thought, this world didn't seem that worthy of him staying. There were only two lines on the thin newspaper, burying his mottled eighteen years that would stay forever.
Concept: People are always selfish. Even the standard for judging one's own happiness is always comparing with others. The misfortune of others will increase one's own happiness in comparison. It sounds like an instinct without empathy.
For Shen Xiaoyu, his greatest luck is traveling through time.
After getting to know Zhong Zhinan, he doesn't have much happiness himself, but he can personally create the happiness that belongs to Yu Zhinan.
Shen Xiaoyu is a white paint, and Yu Zhinan is an ink pool. If you can't fish it out, you will
sink in
It's not a bad ending
You can look back on the road, but you can't walk back. Yu Zhinan, you can't even look back.
If you want to see, just walk forward. You have me behind you and you have me in front of you.
Quietly and dusk is setting in the west, those who do not want to enter the darkness anymore will disappear into the horizon with the cool setting sun.