The most regretful thing in my life is that the person who pushed me to hell also took me to heaven. ——Zhang Ailing in "Lust, Caution"
When Jing Chu saw this, he felt some secret pain. This sentence was like a microcosm of his current gloomy life. In the darkness, an invisible hand rubbed into his already dilapidated heart, squeezing out the pus-filled blood. The pain made him uncontrollably convulse. These pasts are like a revolving lantern that has been cut open by death's scythe. Every frame is blurry, but painfully clear. Jing Chu's mouth is bitter, mixed with the taste of rust in his mouth. He laughs at himself as if he is asking others and asking himself, "What are you waiting for..."