Li Cu looked at Wu Xie's gradually receding back, his fingers unconsciously digging into his palm. He returned to that room filled with the "tools" left by Wu Xie. The shadow on the wall was dragged very long by the setting sun, just like his destiny carved into his bones by the Seven-Finger Map.
Wu Xie stood in front of the bronze door, his fingertips rubbing against the fragment of the map. The intense pain on Li Cu's back was vivid in his mind. He should have expected that when he pushed Li Cu into the Wang family, guilt would entangle his heart like a vine. But he couldn't stop. The mission was a knife hanging over his head, and even his concern for Li Cu had to be crushed into powder.
Li Cu curled up in the dark, and the scar of the Seven-Finger Map was burning. Clearly, he hated everything that started because of Wu Xie. But when he heard the news that Wu Xie was injured, he rushed into the desert like crazy. When the sand and wind filled his throat, he suddenly realized that his feelings for Wu Xie had long become a poison, something that couldn't be quit and couldn't be spoken of.
The moment Wu Xie saw Li Cu in the camp, fear tore open the shell of repression. He thought Li Cu had died in the Wang family. That feeling ofmade him almost reach out and hug the person in front of him. But reason pulled back his hand - he was going to bring others home, and Li Cu was just a pawn. But when Li CuI'm just a tool, right?", Wu Xie heard the sound of his heart cracking.
Later, Li Cu disappeared for three days, and Wu Xie searched like crazy. When he found him, Li Cu was sitting on the sand dune, and his shadow coincided with the image of himself in Wu Xie's memory. Li Cu turned around and smiled, saying "Wu Xie, look, I don't even have theto hate you". The sand and wind rolled this sentence towards Wu Xie. He suddenly understood that it wasn't just Li Cu that he had trapped. Even he himself had been locked in this mysterious game of utilization and true feelings, unable to escape and unable to solve. And Li