When they first met, she was a blank slate. His personality rubbed off on her, making her carefree and sunny. Later, she tried to hide her little quirks and act sweet in front of him, but that was all talk. It wasn't that she was bad at pretending. She simply always forgot to play the demure, well-behaved girl around him.
How could he not know her little ways? The girl he'd raised with his own hands would still be herself no matter how much she changed. Personality wasn't something you could fake!
She had a secret she couldn't tell anyone. She had questions no one could answer. Alone, she wandered the edge of darkness. Luckily, she found a lifeline for her spirit and drew him along to greet the dawn. Saving the world was both her joke and her duty. She was never stingy with her kindness.
There had been no place for her in his story. But every smile and frown, every move she made, was etched deep in his mind. He thought, what the hell, just this once, I'll make a major change: I'll write her into my story.
Her five years of unrequited love brought her only a few fleeting days with him. His five years of affection never found a happy ending...
[My Mr. Eleven, I was lucky to meet you in this life. I just wish our story didn't have to end with meeting.]
Later, Mr. Eleven became Mr. Thirteen. Time moved on, and from then on, he drank alone.
"Tangtang, everyone's gone..." The waves raised frost flowers, and he, too, left...
At their first meeting, he taught her the seven emotions and six desires. When they met again, he taught her to drink alone!
Theme: I see that everyone in the world has their own hardships, yet I cannot reach out and help them. A helpless, furious grief rises in my heart. I resent my shortcomings and my insignificance. Perhaps being powerless is a hurdle I cannot overcome. I think some people may not understand what a spiritual remedy can be, but there is someone who, no matter how lonely, anxious, pained, or irritable I feel in daily life, can calm my emotions the moment I see them. The emotional support they provide is not as simple as saying they make me happy. The protagonist of this story is her, and also me. I want her to find peace with herself, receive emotional support, and refuse to be consumed by inner turmoil.
