Qin Yiyi thought that it might be there. Qin Yiyi was no longer Qin Yiyi. She might be a bird that could only swim, or a fish that was afraid of water, or more likely a dewdrop that was crystal clear and would not disappear. She even hoped that she was the moon that never sets in the sky, watching everything in the world shrouded in the moonlight.
Intention: My pride will not surrender to you, but my love will