One kind-hearted passerby is better than ten lovers who hurt me.
But it has hit me, just like my beloved Yiyun.
Love hurts.
My body flew away from this world lightly, and I saw Yiyun in black with long hair smiling and saying, It's over.
As the crowd of onlookers around me continued to grow, I nodded, watching my blood splashing wildly and blooming like bright red roses, I said, it's over.
But we are not passers-by after all.
Conception: