When I first saw you, the flames of war were flying, bullets passed by my ears, and corpses were piled on the ground. You stand in the ruins, holding a heavy sniper rifle, aim, and pull the trigger. Every movement is just right, not executing death, but the artist creating death. Especially your eyes, the emerald green shines with a cold and slightly pitiful light.
When we meet again, you and I have a tacit understanding of each other, and we can recognize each other just by feeling and smell. The meaning of each look and breath is clear to the other party. You understand me better than I understand myself. Strong winds, showers, battlefields, passing by life and death, your eyes always stay on me.
"Even if you die, you want me to watch you die."
"We have no emotions, no humanity, and even our body temperature should be cold."
"When you wake up, leave me alone. Live well and live well. Find someone else to accompany you."
"Bo Ya ruined the piano for Zi Qi and stopped playing, but he never thought that there was only one close friend. As long as he continued to play, the magnificent music of nature would sooner or later meet another close friend."
"But there is only one Ziqi. Maybe we will have a close friend again, but we will never meet someone like Ziqi again. His words, movements, breath, eyes... Are not him anymore. Just like me, there can only be... There can only be one Lin Chuan..."
His eyes were as beautiful as ever, with emerald green pupils, long eyelashes and light eyebrows. Beautiful but not evil. Just... Just...
The most hated lovesickness is hard to forget. It's hard to miss love and hard to forget.