"They said you were my medicine." He pinched her neck, his eyes were scarlet but his fingertips were trembling.
"No." She held his wrist full of pinholes, tears falling on his palm, "Gu Chengyu, I'm here to take you off the medication."
[None of them are born perfect protagonists, but ordinary people struggling in their own mud. Until he discovered that in the deepest darkness, the only other person was the "special medicine" that he couldn't see the light of, but couldn't quit.
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It's great to be able to make an unconventional subject matter unconventional