When she stood on the bar stage again, she already understood that she could not escape, so she chose to sink in this unknown whirlpool. No matter what the future held, she only yearned for the warmth of standing next to him now.
She used to hide in a distant corner of her heart, with no hope, no sorrow, no dreams, no disillusionment. She just lived quietly in her own small corner, neither loving nor hating. Life is like a blank piece of paper. Even if you experience life, separation and death, there is no color on it. She had longed to live a mediocre life like this.