The master smiled but did not answer, squinting his narrow eyes and looking into the distance. I looked up and saw the afterglow on his shoulders, his perfect profile, indescribable charm and loneliness... At this time, I would always hold his hand tightly, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye...
"It's going to hurt!" He always hit my head with his other hand, but he never took away the hand that was tightly held by me, because he once told me: We will depend on each other in this life. And the life of a demon will always be very long...