Have you ever tried your best to fall in love with someone when you were hurt all over, and then had to give up with all your heart?
In the undercurrent of the world, we always think that our busy life is to pursue the most worthwhile things, but we always forget to ask ourselves, what is the most worthwhile thing? What kind of courage does it take to love someone wholeheartedly and risklessly in a world so unfamiliar that you know nothing about it? What kind of pain and hatred must be inflicted on your lover who is reluctant to let go even if your fingers are broken, so that your heart becomes as cold as death?
What time and place does love have? So what if we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, so what if we are separated by temples, homes and countries, so what if we are separated by this empty time and space? Zhao Shuangxi said to Xiao Shi silently in his heart, I haven't fallen in love with you yet.
——Xiao Shi, I can't forget how kind you were to me, and I can't forget the knife you put in my heart.
——Zhao Shuangxi, you said you can't love me because there is someone in my heart, but how do you know that person is not you.
Maybe at the end of the story, if we don't cut open each other's chest with a knife, we will never know what the other person's heart looks like.