"Hahaha... What should I do? I'm really so sad." He laughed for a long time like that.
The tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes and on his palms dried up, but the curve of his lips remained.
The pain in his heart, like a spasm, gradually overflowed.
He clenched his teeth and endured. He endured until his teeth nearly shattered and his dangling fingertips trembled involuntarily.
After a long time, he helplessly exhaled.
He remembered a certain night from long ago when someone had said something to him.
"Azhen, liars have to swallow a thousand needles."
So that was a lie as well. Otherwise, why was he the one swallowing needles now?
What's the use of being good if you get abandoned anyway?
A faint light shone through the vent in the ceiling, falling just out of his reach.
People always call the light that enters the darkness 'redemption.'
