"No heroes. No aspirations."
"Only his life remains on that page."
"Nothing has changed. What has changed from beginning to end is himself."
The closed island cannot send out a distress signal. Gloomy dark clouds hang over the island. The storm ruthlessly isolates the island from the sea and the sunshine on the sea.
After a long time, he finally saw a ray of light coming in.
He acquiesced to the ray of sunshine that seeped in, and reached out his hand in the cage to touch it. But he retracted his hand before touching it.
He ran barefoot among the thorns.
Chasing and being chased.
Prisoner and imprisoned.
What I saw when I tore apart the last cloud was...
On the surface, cold and accepting (actually sensitive on the inside) x Wen (fu) and Run (hei) attack
Writing and revising the article
Tentatively scheduled to be updated two days after October 9th