People who have crawled out of decaying, rotting mud fear sunlight most of all.
Because it lets them see what they look like.
But she can’t see.
So Yin Wen lies in Song Qing’s arms without a care in the world.
Her bewitchingly beautiful face, too extraordinary to seem real, nuzzles against a face so ordinary it would disappear in a crowd.
“Sometimes I’m glad you can’t see.”
“I know.”
Song Qing’s tone is always calm.
“We both have secrets.”
“So it’s all right.”
Yin Wen raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“What’s your secret?”
“I’m glad I can’t see.”
That way, you’ll never know.
The sun, too, was once insecure and narrow-minded, consumed by envy and madness, wanting to possess the darkness.
Theme: No one has it easy, but we have to keep living
