"I am the one who is sitting firmly on the high platform, I am the one who is in trouble, I am the one who is lingering, and I am the one who is begging for mercy. Those proletarians who are struggling to have food and clothing and are exploited are not me. But are they really not me?"
Bai Xun turned slightly sideways and looked back at Qin Huaiqing. His only remaining eye was so indifferent that Qin Huaiqing felt strange, and his eyes were filled with anger reflected by the huge waves on the endless black sea.
The sound of combat boots on the deck became colder as the man approached. The warm and dry palm held the side of the woman's face again after many years, but could only touch the smooth scar.
"Someone will always die, and someone will always live. Then why can't it be us who survive?"
Bai Xun slightly raised his lips and took off his one-eyed blindfold, revealing the empty blood hole.
"You forgot, we were dead a long time ago. The ones who survived are Bai Xun and Zero1103."
Intention: When the longing for happiness is too urgent, pain will arise deep in the human heart. —— Camus The wind can blow up a large piece of white paper, but it cannot blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in disobedience. ——Feng Jicai