"If you were a demon in love with a human, deeply in love, would you choose to be together, or would you let go?" the drunkard asked.
After thinking for a while, Jun Moyan replied, "If she is human and I am a demon, then I am willing to give up hundreds of years of lifespan to be with her, to accompany her through her life, and then accompany her in death. That way, no one has to endure the pain of parting by life and death."
"Since you have the answer, why the struggle?" the drunkard patted Jun Moyan on the shoulder, stood up, and left.
After the drunkard left, Jun Moyan glanced at the wine bottles on the ground, feeling inwardly pained, and muttered to himself:
"But I am human, and she is a demon; even if she is willing, I don't want her to turn her lifespan into mine."
The drunkard walked on and then suddenly stopped, looking up at the round moon in the night sky.
As time ticked by, the drunkard stared at the moon, motionless, lost in thought.
