The hotbed weaved with tenderness and blood for many years, only when he took off his guard and stepped into it voluntarily did he realize that it was a huge spider web that was impossible to break out of. The honey-colored satin ripples softly in the cup, and the colorless and odorless poison is spiraling along the sugar molecules, gradually integrating itself into it. From this moment on, the sweetness becomes the velvet rope leading to the gallows.
Cheng Chijun knelt down on one knee and put on Nan Liujing's shoes and socks. The milk was always just right warm and the clothes were neatly ironed. His fingers would smooth out the frown in his sleep. The mud on rainy days would make Nan Liujing step on his leather shoes and step into the car. He would lick his lips lightly and Cheng Chijun would immediately take out the lip balm and apply it on him. Always on call, no matter how big or small.
Later, Cheng Chijun finally got what he wanted and destroyed everything Nanliu Jing had, leaving him with nothing like himself back then. It's all just repayment... Yes...
But when Cheng Chijun used his index finger to catch a teardrop from the red eyes of the person in front of him, the warmth from his fingertips made his heart feel hot, sour and congested. It's clear that everything is over, but why doesn't the joy come as expected?
Nan Liujing stood helplessly in the rainy night. The rain mixed with tears blurred his vision. His fingers curled repeatedly and clenched into fists. It seemed that he didn't want to believe it, and finally said: "Then our love... Is also part of your plan?"
Cheng Chijun opened his lips slightly, and the "I'm sorry" in his heart turned into "Yes... You deserve this."
Purpose: When love and hatred are equal in absolute value, what is exposed is the most primitive survival dilemma in the spiritual world of modern people - do we love specific people, or do we love the illusions we project? The emptiness of successful revenge confirms Lacan's theory of "the eternal absence of the object of desire", and the essence of sacrificing love is the final breakthrough to the order of the symbolic world.