"Are there really gods in this world?"
"People are particularly paranoid when they lack faith."
There was light in his eyes, and his smile was like the warmth of winter, dispelling the fog in Muke's eyes.
Four years later
Lu Changyao hated the woman in front of him, but he held her firmly in his arms.
"You approached me so deliberately, and now you want to leave so easily?"
"Su Muke, you deserve to die."
Intention: The sunset is just right, the evening breeze is blowing, and we are alone on the way home.