How could the heartless understand the dreams of the soul? Do not trust Zhuang Zhou's talk of right and wrong.
I gained a long life because of a wish, then gradually forgot that wish over the course of my long life.
When life weighed so little on me, I made fifteen years a single cycle, ending and beginning, beginning and ending.
Until someone stopped for me, until I stopped for someone.
"I remember that once, you wandered into my dream. Or was it the other way around, and my cocoon accidentally fell into your dream?"
"The second time, I was turning from a cocoon into a butterfly. You called me a 'stupid caterpillar' with a laugh as you held me in your palm. Just as I took flight and was about to leave, your fingertip touched my wing."
"So that's why you fell in love with me?"
"Mm."
"...A monster's feelings really are strange."
"People are born from their mothers, and monsters are born from theirs. People have human feelings, and monsters are no different."
"..."
"Last time, my life was so long that I fell in love with you first. It wasn't fair. This time, how about you fall for me instead?"
"All right."
The top, who suspects he's turning gay x the bottom, who's practically begging him to turn gay already
Human love and hate are simply not the same as a monster's.
You may have merely glanced at me once in my long life, then drained a bowl of Meng Po's soup and tossed it into the middle of the lake with a plop, moving on carefree into another cycle.
But I have already fallen in love with you hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times, from hundreds of years ago to the present, and onward into an even longer future.
