尘尘

Life is difficult, Meng Chen only wants to survive.

He once let out a heart-wrenching wail in the dark night and gradually stopped breathing amidst his father’s curses.

Later, Meng Chen thought he had found his true love, so he endured the pain, willing to be a moth drawn to the flames.

But that person said it was just for fun, something fresh and new.

“—I really want to live on. “

“—You tell me, why is life so bitter, not giving me a shred of sweetness.”