In the Fifteenth Year, the Snow Has Not yet Arrived

(Maybe you need to cry) Lin Yuanqing hid a secret. Zhou Kuang was the only light in his youth, and he was a silent shadow behind him. Everyone thought they were close friends, including Zhou Kuang. Only Lin Yuanqing knew that those walks side by side on the playground, the hidden glances in the graduation photos, the bitter wine swallowed alone at Zhou Kuang's wedding... Were all caused by his own war. Later, Lin Yuanqing became ill, very seriously ill. Zhou Kuang finally came to his bed, but he could only push him away with the sharpest words. It wasn't until the last bit of strength was exhausted that I dared to say those words that were more than ten years late: "Zhou Kuang, I like you." Zhou Kuang's eyes turned red and he hugged him tightly. But they all knew it was too late. Lin Yuanqing took this secret into the eternal night, thinking that the story would end here. Little did he know that Zhou Kuang had already seen his intentions. It was just his youthful cowardice and greed for a "normal" life that made him turn his back. This turn around is a lifetime of missing out. "In the next life, find me as soon as possible." These were Lin Yuanqing's last words. "Okay, wait until I love you in the next life." This was Zhou Kuang's answer to him, and he would never hear it again this long night. It turns out that the most painful thing is not not getting what you ask for. Instead, they were clearly going in both directions, but each walked on a long one-way road until life and death were separated. The hanging sun will eventually set, and love will be buried silently.