He was indifferent and seemed gentle, but his eyes could not bring warmth.
The life and death of others have nothing to do with me. I turned around indifferently and decisively.
He thought he would continue like this, plain, indifferent and distant. But in the end, I couldn't defeat that stubborn figure deeply rooted in my heart...
——Why are you working so hard?
——Because I don't want to lose
——Why don't you want to lose?
——Because I don't want to lose
——How does it feel to not want to lose?
——Willing to work hard and hope never to let go...