I used to only think about what kind of flowers bloom, what kind of leaves grow, and what kind of fruits they bear. After all these years, my original thoughts have not changed, I just added a little more pink thoughts about what kind of person should I love. In this world, I want to find him the most, and I don't want to find him the most. After traveling through the three realms, when I finally saw his back, I didn't know whether to raise my sword to face him or abandon my armor and ask him: Have you ever loved me? He often stands with his hands folded, gazing at all living beings, as if not even a single piece of grass or tree can penetrate his eyelids. And I, perhaps, am not as good as this dead tree or grass. I looked at his fluttering clothes, and suddenly I felt like my lips and teeth were weighing heavily. The questions and pleas that had been lingering in my heart day and night all disappeared with his ethereal figure. "Never." "Not even a tiny bit..." "Not even a tiny bit, not even a cent."