Zheyan didn't tell me that he didn't like me back then, but I thought of him wholeheartedly. If he had told me earlier that he didn't like me, I don't think I would hate him so much now.
He stabbed me in the chest. My heart was gone. He looked sad, but I was sad too. I wanted to kill him, but I still couldn't bear it and didn't have the strength.
He sat aside, incredibly calm, watching with his own eyes as I slowly turned into a withered skeleton, turned into loess, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth.
Later, I finally understood that it was not that he had no heart, but that he had buried his heart in the past, living in the past with the most numb attitude, and never willing to take a step forward under that still bright body.
In the end, I no longer had the strength to hate him and blame him, so I regarded everything as passing by and stayed here for the rest of my life.