Is Pure White an Angel or a Devil?

On a rainy night, the back seat of the Maybach was immersed in cool neon. Gu Yuchuan's fingertips ran across the screen of his mobile phone and he was caught off guard and crashed into a live broadcast room. It was an anchor with exaggerated clown paint, a funny red nose, and ill-fitting baggy costumes. He bowed to the camera, begged for sporadic gifts in a hoarse voice, and made clumsy and funny movements. In an instant, Gu Yingchuan's breathing stopped. Because he recognized those eyes. It was clear that five years ago, Shen Xing, who had filled his youthful spirit with starlight and told him that he would love him forever, had eyes so clean that they could reflect the whole world. At this moment, across the cheap mobile phone screen, they were covered with a layer of inextricable fatigue and numbness. The person he hated for five years, the person he had been looking for for five years and then forced himself to let go of, didn't climb up a high branch and fly away, or turn away when he got tired of him, but fell from the clouds into the mire where he couldn't see, and lived his life as a clown for people's entertainment. The overwhelming hatred shattered instantly, and what surged up was the shock and heartache that was about to drown him. He used all his resources to open up the gap of five years and finally saw the truth about that farewell without saying goodbye. When he kicked open the leaking door of the rental house and trapped Shen Xing, who was so skinny with only a handful of bones left, in his arms, he realized that the person he tried so hard to get back had been waiting for him for a long time.