They were separated for many years, but met again on the battlefield.
Before the smoke cleared, he stared at the man standing in the distance. He had black hair and white clothes. Although he was covered in blood, he still looked humble and gentle as jade.
His conversation with others could not be heard clearly, but the slight smile on his face was clearly visible. Emotions that had not appeared for a long time gradually emerged, turning into thin threads that tightened his heart, causing a faint sting.
It's called jealousy.
He seemed to have seen that drizzly night many years ago. The rain was thin and dense, and the chill eroded into the bones, making people shiver even thinking about it.
The man was seriously injured, and even though he had no strength left, he still managed to stand.
"What do you want to say?" He looked at the man. His long black hair was wet from the rain and stuck to his face. He looked haggard and weak.
"Let's break up."
"If you are disgusted with me and want to leave, there is no need to find so many reasons."
"I won't hate you." The man raised his face and smiled quietly.
I won't hate you, I love you so much.
"Then why are we separated? Because of love? You're talking nonsense!" He became furious. But the other person just laughed, and he felt more and more desperate. He was initially attracted by that beautiful and mysterious smile, but after being together for so long, he still couldn't understand that smile.
He couldn't help but pull the man by his collar and pull him in front of him, "Tell me why." His voice was slightly sour, "Speak clearly."
"Numbers and formulas can help you measure the world.
"But they can't let you read people's minds. "
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