I love you and have nothing to do with you. ——"Letter from a Strange Woman"
When Song Ning confessed to Xihua, he was trying to pull out the underwear that had been stuffed into the sewer hole. It was 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening, and the dirty water had white foam floating through his fingers. The sunset dripping in the water was like melted sugar cores, but it was sticky and sweet.
"Hey, pervert, do you like me?"
——Yes. Yes.
Those ambiguous, secret, and unknown gloomy emotions seemed to be burned into a handful of ashes by an inexplicable and fanatical flame, spreading into beautiful patterns along the transparent air. It was as if there were his hot ashes inside. It seems as if death is at home.
——Intoxicating.
Although the distance between them has never shortened.
I probably just wanted to write about this kind of secret love. I love you and it has nothing to do with you. But I don't even have the right to like you.