Walking Until Dusk, Night Will Dawn

Wang Shili stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass. The glass of red wine in his hand was shaking violently. The bright red liquid looked like the clumsy love I drew in my love letter back then. "Xu Wenxing," she turned around, her eyes reflecting the neon lights of the city, her voice was a little broken, "How have you been... How have you been in these years?" "Wang Shili, do you know?" I walked around her stiff body and paused when I walked to the door. "My previous ship has sailed too far away from the port. Even if I look back, I can't see the other side." The door closed gently, cutting off her stunned eyes and the unfinished old love song. The corridor was empty except for the sensor lights that came on and off. There was a familiar bitterness on the tip of my tongue. The emotional illness left in my youth could not be cured. It could only rot in my stomach and ferment into this cold and hard skin with the years. How can a man still be so affectionate after being a scumbag?