In the end, across thousands of mountains and rivers, looking through thousands of rivers, just that shallow glance, just that infatuated gaze, is destined to be entangled in life and death, until death.
It is not sad for a moth to fly into the fire. Fire is the moth's only light, and pursuing fire is the moth's happiness. If one day, the fire disappears, the dark world will no longer have meaning. At that time, the moth will be just a walking dead insect, and it will no longer have a unique meaning.
"I am willing to remove the sharp thorns from your body, and I am willing to shed this pride for you."
"Although I don't know if this is love, it's just because I want to be close to you, just because of this poisonous barrier, just like a moth that longs for light and traces it."
"Perhaps only after you have tasted the sweetness of love and the bitterness of love can you know. Maybe I have already understood. The secret joy when I get closer to you little by little every day, the endless worries every day, and the descriptions of love are all just two words to me - obsession. This obsession traces you back to your death."
——The longer the days go by, the deeper the obsession becomes.
——Qiongqi thought silently in his heart, in fact, you are very similar, you both like to pretend as if nothing has happened, you both have a hard mouth and a soft heart, but I am the only one who can see clearly.
Later, Qiongqi realized that he was not the only one.