They say that a stone has no sense of consciousness, it just stands there and observes the various tastes of the world.
They say that wood must grow in a moist place in order to produce fungi.
They also say that a swordsman travels freely and never stops for anyone.
They are always talking nonsense.
But I want to tell my story.
After the male protagonist was killed, he only had a trace of obsession as he recalled how he was killed.
[I have thought about all kinds of endings, but I never thought I would lose my life at your hands.
I once loved you, really.
[Chier, this world and this world are all passers-by in a hurry without leaving any trace of true feelings.
If I knew that I would be born in such a chaotic world and meet people who were like flesh and blood, I would be like Po Meng begging for a few more bowls of soup and forget about it.
Male-male cp, relatively sad and unsweet, narrated in the male protagonist's tone.
Concept: warmth and warmth of human nature