In that story where she loves him and he doesn't love her, no one is guilty and everyone is a tragedy.
At that moment, my heart felt dull and empty, as if it was as empty as a newborn, for Ji Wushuang, and for him.
I stood coldly in the court hall, not saying a word, not moving as silently as I could. There was a lot of hostility around me, and the master on the dragon throne wanted to eat me alive. This way of responding to all changes by remaining unchanged is the ethereal state of martial arts. These are what Wushuang taught me.
I could hear, at that moment, somewhere in my mind, some tight thread, snap.
It's a sad, boring and procrastinating story. The ending is just as I expected. It's probably not a good thing to love too deeply. It will make you unable to see clearly.
There are too many procrastinating plots in the middle, and the relationships between the characters are too complicated and unclear. The human heart is only the size of a fist and can hold so much.
Of people?
---"Do you have me in your eyes?"
---"You are not in my eyes, but in my heart..."