Zhang Xiaoyu was a drowning fish, unable even to call out for help.
He showed signs of depression, but wouldn't seek treatment or cry out in pain. Before meeting Xu Qingyan, he thought he was destined to rot in the mud for the rest of his life. Xu Qingyan gave him light and love, but also the deepest, bottomless pain.
Everyone thought Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't hold on much longer.
But when Xu Qingyan was truly about to let go, Zhang Xiaoyu, battered and bruised, clung desperately to his clothes.
"If I'd known from the beginning that I couldn't leave you, I never would've let go."
Xu Qingyan held him tight, eyes red, his voice fierce. "Zhang Xiaoyu, what am I supposed to do with you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu only gave a pale smile, his voice so faint it seemed ready to break. "It's okay... It won't hurt for much longer."
[Is he no longer in love, or has he been hurt until he can't feel anything? Zhang Xiaoyu, who gave you permission to give up on yourself too?]
