You never know that you are the sunny day that I have longed for,
You never know that you are my unbearable hunger,
You never know, you are the air I breathe.
Zhou Shangmo was afraid that she would become colder, more desperate, and more callous day by day. She was afraid that she would become a monster without love or hatred and would not be able to save herself. She was afraid that her short life would be eternal loneliness, and she was afraid that even if she opened her eyes wide, she would not be able to catch a glimpse of the light.
Fortunately, there is no sure path, right? After all, God took pity on her and brought her to him. He is the blazing sun at noon, before Him. She is a mote, she is weak, she is a puppet! She only regards those little sweetness and sadness of her own as the growth he brought to her. No regrets, no self-pity.