Dusk

What Mo Fei was facing was a magnificent and magnificent light that Xin Zheng could never understand. It was the color of fire, and it was also Mo Fei's color. Could it be that he likes the sunset, just like he likes himself, from birth to death. And behind Mo Fei, on the other side facing the setting sun, the night spreads out in the sky like ink stained with water. It is quiet, deep, and cool. It is the sea hanging in the sky. It is the hometown that Xin Zheng is familiar with and gives him the most sense of security.