In the eyes of the world, he stepped into this abyss step by step, and personally sent himself into a place of eternal destruction. But in his own eyes, only the fire of that day was burning brightly, burning his heart day and night. After that day, he truly understood: the so-called reputation and the so-called praise are just flashy, and will be gone when the wind blows.
"Do you still remember who you are? You were not like this before."
"Who was I before? Of course I don't remember."
The light in the woman's eyes dimmed and she lowered her eyelids.
"Yeah, I almost don't even remember myself, so why do I expect you to remember me."
"But I still remember how to love you." The woman looked at him suddenly, and he smiled slowly, like spring flowers blooming, and he suddenly returned to the night we first met.