"Jingse, do you still remember the first words I said to you?"
"Always remember."
Fu Weiming chuckled, as wantonly as Jing Se did when he first saw him.
"I said at the time, why am I not dead?"
"Then do you know what I want to say now?"
Jingse knew, but she didn't say anything.
"I want to say now, why am I going to die? I haven't lived enough."
It's not that I'm greedy for life, it's just that I can't let you go.
"I will accompany you step by step to the top of the mountain and see the lush green mountains. I will accompany you to be yourself."
"What about you?"
"Sister, I can only accompany you so far."
You are a sonorous rose, but I know what is hiding crazily under your thorns. Jingse, I originally lived to die. After you broke into my life, I wanted to survive for the first time, because I knew that you couldn't do it without me.
Not far away, I will accompany you to Qingshan.
And you are my green mountain.
The wantonly proud terminally ill boy* hides the fragile sonorous rose
BE/Sister-brother love
Intention: to break the cauldron and sink the boat, to survive from the desperate situation.
