Bai Xuyi’s world was reduced to ashes by a fire when he was seven. From then on, he lived like a silent shadow.
Jiang Yu was the only one brave enough to approach that shadow, using his bold smile and burning touch to tear open Bai Xuyi’s healing wounds time and again.
“Does it hurt?” Jiang Yu’s fingertips traced the burn on Bai Xuyi’s arm. On a night of torrential rain, he kissed the jagged scar.
Jiang Yu finally learned to plant flowers among the ashes, but Bai Xuyi turned and walked toward the fire. It was the fate of his family that he had borne for twenty years.
“This time, I’ll be the one to hold on to you.” Jiang Yu clutched the bloodstained hem of Bai Xuyi’s clothes. Behind them lay the ruins they had saved together. “People like us, surviving is the medal we give each other.”
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 💕 subject-receiver perspective The abuse is more about experience and less about the relationship between the two parties.