"But..." Bingbing hesitated.
"What? Don't tell me you've given up on that dream?" Heige watched Bingbing, a smile that wasn't quite a smile on his face. Even Shi Li noticed a flicker of surprise in Heige's eyes.
Perhaps it was simply impossible for him to empathize.
Heige couldn't even imagine killing Shi Li with his own hands.
The most he could imagine was that if Shi Li were to have an accident and truly leave this world for good, he would have to make a choice.
But rather than joining him in death, he believed Shi Li would much rather see him live on.
Live on, and carry their long-held beliefs with him.
At this thought, Heige couldn't resist ruffling Shi Li's hair.
'He could never get enough of touching him.'
'He could never love him enough.'
'Even after staring at him constantly for the past two days, he felt time was flying by. He could never get enough of the sight.'
"That's not it."
"It's just that... a lot of things feel meaningless now."
