To me, to you, who am I?
Shh, shut your mouth, hide your ignorance and fear, don't let me see it.
Plot one:
Short sleeves seemed out of place for this night, but Gan Quan had long been used to it. A drop of blood slipped from Gan Quan's arm and disappeared silently into the clothes of the person next to him. The bright red blood became more prominent on the dried dark red coat.
"Hey, your blood is dripping on my coat." As soon as he finished speaking, Gan Quan's view of his arm was blocked by a coat. The three words "heat transfer" suddenly appeared in Gan Quan's mind. Maybe it was because the moonlight this night was a little darker than usual, or maybe it was the sound of the wind that replaced the voice of his heart.
There was a slight smile in Gan Quan's voice, and he said the words that Sang Zi had not said, "I'll wash it and return it to you, and thank you."
Sang Zi didn't know how to answer, and looked at the moon in the sky unconsciously, "Yeah, I understand."
The chaotic heartbeat, the subconscious feeling at a loss, and the overwhelming words. The young man in front of him may be deceiving himself, but...
Intention: Evil will not suppress good