Bai Xuyi's world was burned to ashes by a fire when he was seven years old. From then on, he lived like a silent shadow.
Jiang Yu was the only one who dared to get close to this shadow. He used his flamboyant smile and hot hands to tear open his scabbed scars again and again.
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Yu's fingertips traced the burn mark on Bai Xuyi's arm, kissing the hideous scar on a night of heavy rain.
Jiang Yu finally learned to plant flowers in the ashes, but Bai Xuyi turned and walked towards the fire - it was the fate of his family that he had carried for twenty years.
"It's my turn to hold you this time." Jiang Yu grasped Bai Xuyi's blood-stained clothes. Behind him were the ruins of their joint salvation. "For people like us, surviving is each other's medal."
Reader comments
Not bad, pretty good-looking
0 The process from guarding 1 to accepting 1 has gone back and forth, but I feel like there are traces of 1 left in my heart.
In the end, both of them were happy [send heart]
subject-receiver perspective
The abuse is more about experience and less about the relationship between the two parties.
Not bad, pretty good-looking 0 The process from guarding 1 to accepting 1 has gone back and forth, but I feel like there are traces of 1 left in my heart. In the end, both of them were happy [send heart] subject-receiver perspective The abuse is more about experience and less about the relationship between the two parties.