Wuthering Heights, the Prison of the Black Angel

[Two male protagonists] + [Loyal Dog Healing System] Ten years ago, he taught a bastard who was downtrodden by the whole world to write. Ten years later, the bastard grew black wings, came back and locked him in the stone room. When Edgar Linton woke up from a coma, he found himself imprisoned in Wuthering Heights. Outside the iron fence, the boy who was once as humble as mud is now wearing a coat made by the most expensive tailor in London, and his dark golden eyes are burning in the shadows. "You've lost weight," he said. Edgar refused to eat, refused to speak, refused to look at him. Until the fourth day, he heard a muffled sound outside the iron gate - Heathcliff knelt on the ground, his joints smashing into the gravel. "If you don't eat, I will kneel down until I die." He did not know that Hindley had burned each letter he had written for ten years. He didn't know that he was carrying bags at the dock, being chained at sea, or seeing the lines on his back in a foreign temple - that's where the wings grew. He didn't know that this man spent ten years crawling out of hell just to come back and say a word to him. You are mine. When Edgar finally pushed open the never-locked door, he found that what he was facing was not a stone chamber, but the entire abyss after the fall of a god. Crazy criticism of the paranoid black angel × cool and proud young master | deep sadomasochistic love | reunion after breaking up | life after life