Zhu Xing once admired a light that did not belong to him, and that light burned him severely.
Song Yisheng encountered a glimmer of warmth in the dark world, and he couldn't believe it. It was a bowl of warm porridge that made his stomach ache in the cold winter, or a hug that made him stab his heart with a sword, or the scent of the stove that killed people.
Mission: Everyone has the right to love