I envy the brilliance of destruction when fireworks bloom in the night sky, and I want to find someone to dance a waltz towards destruction.
Jiang Chun: "Why are you willing to let me go until the day I die?"
God knows that to Zhong Xiaomu, I am just a tool to vent my sexual desires. After using it, I will automatically go back to my room and sleep.
When Xiang Qi didn't come back, I kept lying to myself. When I decorated our little house and opened our flower and dessert house, Xiang Qi would be very happy and he would come back. I imagined Xiang Qi, who was covered in travel dust, stopping in front of my flower and gift house countless times. He had been away for too long, walked too far and finally came back to me.
He came close to my lips, kissed me gently and said, "I also want to know why I can't let you go. Some things are like poppies. Once you taste them, you become addicted. Maybe you are the poppy I shouldn't have touched in the first place."
I hate you, I hate that you left so easily back then. I have been waiting for you to come back, but what I have been waiting for is such an ending. I hate Zhong Xiaomu. He tortured me, hurt me, trampled all my dignity under his feet, caused me to be separated from you for four years, and made me betrayed and lonely. But I hate myself even more for believing him, falling in love with him, and getting pregnant with his child.
He said it was my mother who seduced his father, causing his family to be ruined. He also said that I was as despicable as my mother, and that he had clearly designed the adultery scene himself. . . . . .
When all love and hate are gone, can love still be forgiven? Who will embrace whom under the fireworks of the prosperous age?
Conception: