When the lanterns first came on, the night fell silent. The silvery white moon passes through the stars, quietly spying on the city enveloped in thick ink. In fact, nature is so generous and considerate. It does not leave absolute darkness to fragile humans who are afraid of loneliness, but also gives the moonlight as a gift. So no matter which dark corner, there is more or less light.
These stories were born under such a gentle night, with the full moon rendering them with a holy and bright white color. There is no need to elaborate or whitewash it, as if everything is already destined.
"We can't go back."
"... I'm so hypocritical..."
"Human beings, don't they all live and breathe just for that little thought?"
"I hate you..."
"Justice and stuff, who knows that kind of thing?"
"... I'm sorry."
There is no absolute black in this world, and naturally there is no pure white. Although the people exploring in the darkness are all different, they all live for their faith. Standing in this world, how can we truly understand right and wrong?
So in the vast night, what Fan Fan Yuehua is pursuing is nothing more than the light in his heart.