Yu Chaosheng never told Chu Xiwei that his life was actually sprouting from decay.
What he has seen, seen, and suffered in the past is just like his name.
Born in the tide, it will eventually be swallowed by the tide.
The cold tide would climb up his body bit by bit, biting his flesh and blood, eroding his spirit, and wearing away his will, until he gave up struggling and was willing to fall into the eternal darkness...
The last moment Yu Chaosheng closed his eyes, a drop of tear streaked across his bloody face: Xiwei, I'm glad that the warmth once took care of me.
I only hope that... You will be well in this life and the next...
In a world without me.
Intention: People are like humble dust, but people are trying their best to rush towards their own light