In the quiet universe, there is no such thing as night and day, no such thing as silence and light. All existence will be submerged in the endless darkness and sink forever. This has been the case forever.
Xie Kang was obsessed with this kind of loneliness. Only in such an eternal dark night could he seem to be able to hear his own heartbeat and know that he was still alive. Only in such a dark night could he let his memory fully bloom and touch her long-lost hair and gentle face. If possible, how much he wanted his life to stay at this moment, in eternal silence.