"Moths are the ones who fight the fire regardless of the cost. People can never do this, are you right?" Lu Anning put her hands in her pockets and looked directly at her, without a trace of ripples in her dark pupils.
"Yeah." Gu Xiran dug his nails into his palms and tried to smile, but his facial muscles refused to obey and he failed to show any expression.
"Well, excuse me." She turned around hastily, warm tears pouring out.
The cool autumn wind blew on his face, and Gu Xiran felt a little sticky under his eyelids. The makeup he had put on for an hour during the day was really disgusting. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her tears had washed out two crooked grooves on her heavily-founded face, like two ugly earthworms.