Fangs of Fortune 𓆩𓆪 Zhuo Yichen & Zhao Yuanzhou
“Zhao Yuanzhou once told me that he often stared into space alone by the sea in the Wilderness. Because the sea never cared about his sadness and loneliness. The sea has a lot to worry about. Every day, there are 10,000 waves born in its embrace. And every day, 10,000 lives fall into the sea, and then their souls sink into deep sleep. I didn't understand it at that time. But after he left, I finally understood that bone-deep sadness. It was the base color of his soul. Like a broken song, vast, distant, and desolate. I used to be like him. I often stared into space by the pool in the backyard of the Demon Hunting Bureau. But in front of me, there was only a small pool of water. It was so small that it reflected only a lamp, the moon, and my shallow hatred.”
