Her pain exists only in our imaginations and there is nothing we can do about it. As long as she doesn't want to, we won't touch her.
Qing'er slept with me for the first two or three nights after returning, but didn't say anything. After that, everything returned to normal. She still laughs.
We can only look up at the people who are trapped in a high cabinet and survive in desperate situations. We are numb in the gaze and despair in the gaze.
So, one me died, subverting everything, and another me was born. Cordyceps sinensis, the background of life has changed.
Conception: