Low-level desire is the sweet poppy, and careless human life is the arrogance of a chess player.
The child hiding in the cupboard listened to the sound of chopping meat and bones. After many years, he realized that the blade never stopped and was approaching him again inch by inch. The man holding the knife stirred up an undercurrent with his skinny hands, but who was that person behind the blade?
We choose to swim against the current, choose to face the sharp sword light with our flesh and blood, and choose to stick to a swaying light in the dark current because we are unwilling to betray ourselves who were once swept by darkness and cried bitterly in the undercurrent.
-"Wen Yu, there's nothing scary about him."
CP: People are not as good as dogs. Sunset Red Attack
Did Yu Qingqing lose her memory?