Everyone has a secret in their heart.
Some take root and grow, while others rot in the mud, carried into the grave as they decay.
Tang Ziyu's secret was exposed that year.
“Do you like Gu Yu?” His older brother Tang Chengyan's question pierced his heart like a needle.
Was it something to be proud of, falling in love with his brother's boyfriend?
Tang Ziyu stayed silent. In the end, he packed his bags and fled abroad, escaping his brother's gentle gaze and the shameful truth.
Years later, he returned, but only for Tang Chengyan's funeral.
The photograph in the mourning hall was familiar yet cold. Gu Yu stood beside the urn and said icily, “The dead can't come back to life. What's the use of crying?”
The dreams of his youth shattered completely in that moment.
Gu Yu's image became a nightmare Tang Ziyu could never escape.
One day, Gu Yu said to him, “You look so much alike, so much so that... I can't help wondering what if Chengyan were still alive...”
The unfinished words pierced Tang Ziyu's heart. He fled the room, digging deep grooves into the doorknob with his fingertips.
Later, Gu Yu took him to the seaside and murmured, “Sometimes, death is the only way to be free.”
Gu Yu jumped into the sea, leaving behind a portrait and an empty car.
Tang Ziyu was rescued, but that secret love, along with Gu Yu's image, sank to the bottom of the sea, never to return.
“Can you really not love someone who's dead?”
“Why can't you love someone who's dead?”
He would never know the answer.
