Yang Shou 11 Fans: Blue Mark and Star Sand

He is the dark blue demon who tears the world apart. He was once a young man named "Alan", but he was betrayed by his own people and turned into the fire of hatred. He wanted the whole world to fall into darkness with him - after all, "fairness" means that no one is spared the brokenness. Until she fell. The girl in the gap held an inkstone under her gray-blue hoodie, holding a bottle with star sand inside. It contained not light, but fragments of captured emotions. The star sand swayed, revealing the warmth of his fingertips when he bandaged a broken-winged butterfly, the scent of wheat rubbing against his cheeks when he cut half a piece of cake, and the last bit of blue in the sky on the day he was pushed as a scapegoat... The past that he burned with his own hands became thorns piercing the darkness. "Why should a painful scar be used as a weapon?" "You don't know what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world." From the tit-for-tat confrontation to the star sand staining his dark blue hair, from "You should disappear with them" to "The star sand can't hold your memories anymore", they stepped on the broken soil and used the faint light to carry the dark energy that swallowed everything. His salvation was never to change back to Alan. I finally dare to admit: those crushed tenderness, the unspoken grievances, and the blue hidden deep in the blood-red pupils are worthy of being caught. Like the light of star sand, coming from the deepest cracks, burning through the darkness - not to illuminate, but to let him dare to look directly at the temperature of his body that has never been extinguished. Fanfic of Yang Shou 11, a regret, redemption cp Xiang, Lan x Yan