An old and desolate heart, even if sprinkled with seeds, cannot sprout.
More than half of the beer in the can had gone down.
Wanxia lifted her head, her eyes calmly gazing at the curtain-like night sky, adorned with only a few sparse stars.
"Beneath this vast night sky, people are really insignificant. Everything I thought was just my imagination."
It seemed like a murmured soliloquy, or perhaps a defeat after disappointment.
Jin Sinan fixed his gaze on the woman beside him, forgetting that there was still beer in the can he was holding. Due to the tilting motion, liquid dripped into the soil, but he didn't notice at all.
She seemed to live in an uninhabited empty city, unable to open the door herself and not allowing others to enter.
With sincere eyes and slightly parted lips, "Wanwan, every day, every second that you live now is the youngest you'll ever be. If you're blinded by hatred, you won't see any beauty."
