He thought that everyone in the world said that Mu Nanming did not have inner demons, but in fact, he was not depressed even after his throat was poisoned by medicine...
Who knew that on that cold and snowy night, he held Lan Luo's lifeless hand, which was thin but extremely soft... He thought that he had been wrong in this life after all! One wrong step and one wrong step! Missing the fact that he wanted to use everything he had to warm her...
The play is still good, you sing a babbling song, and when the wonderful moment comes, no matter what, the curtain falls, always at the right time when it should end.
Intent: deep sadomasochistic love