Sometimes Ma Liu feels like one of those moths under the street lights. Even though he knew that once that person got close, it would only bring endless disasters, he still couldn't help himself. Then, like that stupid moth, he knocked himself to pieces, but never really got close to that beam of light until he died.
But maybe, that bright light is the existence that it desires more than its life?
Perhaps, that eye-catching person is the existence that he desires more than power?
Knowing that it would only lead to a tragic and ridiculous end, he still stubbornly went. Then he was covered in bruises and had nothing left.
Ma Liu didn't know whether Moth had any regrets when he was dying.
All he knew was that he regretted it.
"Officer Cheng, you really make Ma Liu sick!"
"Oh... Does your idea have anything to do with me?"