After the gentle skin faded away, the person in front of him was poisoned to the core. He smiled like a poppy, but it was also a flower that was about to rot.
"So what? When I was a child, she could only teach me the principles of life, and when I grew up, she could only give me feeble comfort. This was the only way she could love, and she used it on me. What qualifications do I have to say that she is not?"
Lin Owl lowered his eyes and glanced at the bottom of the building: "At least there are still people in the world who love me. If not, I will love myself."
"I have to live." He exposed his cowardice to others wantonly, and he did not hesitate to expose his own scars in order to achieve his goal. He was pitifully selfish and self-interested.
Gu Juanshu looked at him and asked, "Why do you want to live?"
The words stopped abruptly, and it sounded like he was asking the other person why he didn't die.
Lin Owl didn't change much. He winked at Gu Juanshu and smiled: "I told you, I have to wait until someone loves me."
Intention: Will we die when we are disappointed with the world?