Maybe we were both wrong. You aren't lonely. After Xiao Jin left, you found pleasure in looking down from above. From such a distant place, you greet her with your light and protect her. I'm different. I have never once looked toward the morning through that ground-facing mirror. You have a long-standing attachment, while I have only a clear-eyed resolve to let go. I thought we could keep each other company, forget the past, and create new memories. I was wrong. You and I were tiny fireflies along the lonely, wandering road I traveled alone. In that darkness, I looked up and saw your faint light. I thought it would guide me, ferry me away from the cold and the darkness, and even give me warmth. I was wrong. A firefly's light has no warmth. It only kindles a brief, fervent hope in the hearts of those wandering in the dark, then goes out in an instant. I no longer dare hope for warmth. After all, in your heart, the only person who can keep you company is Xiao Jin. Even if Xiao Jin's heart belongs only to Qingchen, even if you won't interfere with them, you'll still live alone in isolation, clinging to the conviction that lets you sleep with a clear conscience. I'm different. The rest of my life should be for happiness, not remembrance. Even the hopelessness Qingchen gave me has made me understand all the more clearly the despair you gave me.
