A gentle, guiding, flirtatious, secretly controlling top x a sensitive, self-harming, puppy-like bottom
After an infectious disease broke out, no one in his family survived except him. He was the only one who lived, stubbornly clinging to life. Everyone else called him a curse. When he met him, he was like an abandoned puppy, curled up alone in a dark corner, letting people beat and insult him. A lot of the time, he wanted to die and be done with it, to find some relief. But someone took him in and let him live a normal life again. Over and over, he told him it wasn't his fault, that he was just a sick child. Yes, he was sick. He was in so much pain. If only he hadn't gotten sick. But why was he the one who survived? Why him?
That person was so gentle, but he was like a rat in a gutter, wanting to get close to him yet afraid to. He was afraid he really was a curse, afraid that, as everyone said, someone with a fate as stubborn as his would bring misfortune to those around him. But he fell into that gentle whirlpool. If he was destined to bring misfortune to him, then he would give him his life in exchange.
Wen Sinian, I'll give you my life. Will you stay with me?
(Both the top and the bottom have some psychological issues. This is a story about mutual healing and growth.)
