When they were in love, they scattered a handful of seeds in each other's hearts. Later, none of them sprouted; they all rotted in their flesh and blood.
Shen Yao: "I once heard that after people face the threat of death, they can come to terms with a lot of things."
I asked cautiously, "Then you..."
Shen Yao smiled. The movement made the wrinkles on his face even more pronounced. He said, "How could I?"
He lowered his head after saying that, and in that instant, I clearly felt his sadness. After four or five seconds, his voice sounded muffled.
"If I could have come to terms with it... things probably wouldn't have ended this way."
When love becomes a burden, it wears you down worse than a blade. They have fallen into a vicious cycle: they cannot bear to part, but being together hurts too much.
They're like two hyacinths in the same glass bottle. They'll die if they leave it, but if they stay together, they'll compete for nourishment.
Theme: Keep working hard to love life!
Madhu, the knife will kill me, wuwuwuwuwuwu