Knowing that there is no result, he sinks deeper and deeper like a moth to a flame. It's not that I haven't thought about leaving, it's not that I haven't thought about escaping, it's not that I haven't thought about snatching, but I am always just one step away, retracting my hand as if awakened.
He is a demon and a dirty existence. Everyone in the world looks at him with disdain. No one sees the bloody wounds hidden behind him. He can only lick his own wounds in the dark. She is like a beam of sunshine that is too beautiful, illuminating his dark heart. It is enough to protect her silently from a distance. Everything else is a luxury, and he is not worthy of having her.
My little fox, as long as I am here, I will not let you have nowhere to stay after getting into trouble.
Looking at my little fox from a distance, the years are always peaceful.