"Don't cry. I'm you. I've always been here." His outline was unsteady, like mottled strokes drawn in the air. It had the delicate texture of feathers, yet it hurt He Sheng like an axe.
He Sheng froze for a moment, then began trembling all over. No longer able to hold back his tears, he started to sob.
The person in He Sheng's arms smiled with such ease, and just as easily gripped He Sheng's heart in his hand, squeezing and kneading it until it brewed a bitter, bloody ache.
Hopelessness spread, then shattered the silence...
Theme: The world is vast, yet I cannot find you
