He is her calamity, she cannot hide from him, she cannot escape. Only in this way can she turn her cocoon into a butterfly and her wings into an immortal.
But who would have known that when he watched her back fading away, she was in so much pain that she couldn't control herself, but she still smiled so calmly and didn't care, that her steps were heart-wrenching step by step.
After a thousand twists and turns, he waited at the same spot, and she accepted this waiting with her truest self...
Ps: This is my first time writing an article, so please don't comment if it's not good. You are welcome to provide valuable comments and modify them as appropriate. I was a party member in high school and lived on campus, so I dug a hole first. . .