"If you were given another chance, would you still choose to deceive me?"
…
The night was rainy.
The young man's white robe was completely wet, and only the handle of the umbrella was left, which was blown, broken, and drifted away in the wind. He firmly believed that his eyes revealed ruthlessness, determination, and were as pure and cold as morning dew on a river.
But he just looked into his eyes, and the world under the umbrella in his hand seemed bright.
Extinguish me, illuminate me.
"If it was a sunny day now, would you also be holding an umbrella?"
"Yes. The sun is glaring."
Intention: follow your heart
