Moxibustion Wu is a very casual person, a little willful, but has the strongest willpower I have ever seen. I have seen the way he looks when fighting in front of bad guys, his resolute profile and frowning eyebrows, his delicate and three-dimensional facial features, and he looks very good-looking. I have also seen how he behaves in front of acquaintances. He always wears a harmless and heartless smile, and is possessed by a starving ghost who always puts food first. I have also seen him look like a sad person, crying like a helpless child, and the inexorable loneliness in his body seems to be entangled and suffocated. Only I have seen him in front of me, and I can feel that he likes me, but doesn't like me very much, wants to be close to me, but also wants to be far away from me. Sometimes he hugs me from behind, orders me not to turn my head, and then secretly cries with a voice that I can't hear but can vaguely feel, quietly and without saying a word.
There have been too many involvements between us, ambiguity and loyalty coexist, but they have nothing to do with love and friendship. Sometimes I feel like he is like another me, a being who can complete my soul. Like a piece of jasper broken in half, he is the other piece that fits perfectly together. Only when he and I are together can we be a complete soul and an impeccable and complete person. We are interdependent, and even close friends and confidants are far from being able to explain the bond between us. Even falling in love will taint the relationship between us. It cannot be expressed, but can only be commemorated.
I know, I went overboard. Between us, I can never be on an equal footing with him.