"The outer string of bamboo, the outer string of bamboo, the broken silk threads hang on to my love."
"You madman, stay away from me." Li Chun huddled in the corner.
"Chun'er, what can I do to get you back to me?" Moran asked affectionately, lifting his hair.
"You're so fucking disgusting. Look at how many people you've hurt. It's a mistake for you to be alive. I would have killed you in the first place."
"Back then..." Moran smiled bitterly.
"I'm sorry."
Intention: ideal