His words of thanks were naturally warm and frank, and he never needed to hide his orientation. His love was straightforward and hot, and when it fell on Lin Yu, it was with a reckless recklessness. In Lin Yu's world, there are too many secrets that cannot be told.
He has long been accustomed to being alone, and has never dared to trust him easily, which trapped him in a siege called "responsibility". Even the words he typed out with his fingertips were restrained and alienated. But just in the day after day of thank you, I let go of my guard. Those scars buried deep in my heart, those forbearances that no one knows about, are all quietly scabbing in each other's company across the network cable.
