[Two male protagonists, pure love, guiding lovers, the handsome, noble and crazy criticizes v the cold god and the beautiful, the god falls into the mortal world]
Later, everyone in Beijing knew that the Crown Prince He Chengli was crazy.
He knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, just to beg to see Cheng Zhuoyu, the miracle doctor who stayed behind closed doors.
And inside the door——
Cheng Zhuoyu, with his black hair disheveled and dressed in white clothes, was playing with the string of agarwood beads given to him by He Chengli with lowered eyes. On the wrist, the red marks left last night are still vaguely visible.
"Let him kneel down." His voice was cold and calm, "When he understands that love is not possession, come and see me again."
But no one knows——
Just last night, I was in this Zen room.
He Chengli pressed him against the Buddha, bit his earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Dr. Cheng, you save all sentient beings... Why don't you save me alone?"
"You taught them to stay away from suffering, but you taught me to be greedy, angry, ignorant, conceited and doubtful."
"Now..." His kiss fell on the god's trembling eyelashes, "I am terminally ill."
"Do you treat it, or don't you treat it?"
Cheng Zhuoyu finally raised his eyes and looked at the overlapping figures in the mirror.
He had saved countless people, but he couldn't understand this kiss.
I don't even understand why I didn't push him away.
——It turns out that the fall of gods begins with curiosity.
He is a lonely mountain without a ferry, but Crane insists on returning.
