Loneliness and coolness are his nature.
The boring life day after day has worn away his desire and expectation to embrace the world.
That's it. If you don't pray for a ray of light, you can stay dormant in the dark night.
Killing, plundering, evil, right and wrong have nothing to do with him, the rules are against him. The righteous path had not saved him, so it would have been okay to just live underground.
But, how long can a person who is greedy for warmth in his bones drag the scars and black mist around? One day or two? One year or two? Or a lifetime?
He couldn't find answers. So he still tried his best to get closer to the light, even if he had been eaten away by the darkness, even if the light would destroy all the pitiful self-esteem and pride he had built in the gray area.
Lucky people always bathe in the sunshine. They are completely luminous. What they have learned from birth is to isolate the darkness. They are admired and followed by everyone.
People call them heroes.
As for him, he was born as an outcast, rarely as a chess piece, and alone. No one will remember a defeat, and no one will applaud a victory.
Until I met her.
It's as if all the haze in life has been washed away by the sunshine.
The whole body is filled with golden warmth.
In front of him, everything was no longer empty, but the wind was blowing, the clouds were moving, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.
She said the first time she saw him.
"Look, the rain has stopped."