Love is just our weapon to hurt each other's care.
"The raindrops are my tears, and the blooms are my heartache. I am right here, waiting for your return."
An unknown song floated out of my mouth, using song as a blade and blood as a knife.
After so many years, I am still just a person, wandering in this place.
One person.
Just one person.
Isn't it, Aran?
Maybe everything will be different when I kill you.
Tears streaked down my cheeks, leaving a few drops of water stains on the ice sheet. Nothing else.
The night sky is as beautiful as Hua, and the wind in Tongzi is as beautiful as the sky.