I have countless words to praise someone's beauty, to draw closer and win their favor, to be so gentle it feels like we've fallen into true love. But the moment love itself comes up, alarm bells ring in my head. This is what it means to be terribly lonely.
Sincere feelings quickly make me grow cold, because lies are my defense mechanism. But the only evidence of a person's guilt is their attempt to stay rational and stand apart from others. I fear slander and gossip, and fear my parents and elders. Yet I alone am not afraid of hurting you, because I know that no matter how I use words to dissect and sever the feelings between us, as long as you still believe they exist, you'll know I don't mean what I say.
Everyone points at me and says, "That delusional coward."
But you only look at me and say, "Don't listen to what people say. Canghai, it's cold up at Misty Peak. I'll take you away."
Theme: Wu Xingyun would never admit she was wrong about Li Canghai.
