All your coldness and her have turned into softness around your fingers.
She still remembered that that afternoon, the sun shone sporadically on his body, and the soft halo reflected him like a prince. He lowered his head and whispered, He said, Shengge, I don't like you, and I still can't convince my heart. Such a beautiful picture, such a beautiful person, but he uttered those cruel words. To her, the sound was heard, but every word hurt her heart.
He said, if I leave things for the best, I am willing.
The living are ultimately inferior to the dead.