"Zuo Qiu, why are you doing this?" The questions he asked revealed unspeakable despair. The person being questioned is silent.
"An'an is a good girl, you have to be nice to her." The infinitely lonely words pierced his heart like a sharp blade in this dusk of residual warmth.
The departing figure was as tall and straight as when we met, but with an added loneliness and pain that was beyond words.
Zuo Qiu, can we really not go back?