[Indifference restrains slag attacks × tolerates brokenness and accepts it]
Everyone thought that Feng Jin was cold-blooded and emotionless.
Only Shen Jiu knew that he was extremely gentle.
The habitual pause of touching, the soft asking, and the always warm white water are the dignity engraved in Feng Jin's bones.
But this tenderness is never exclusive.
The slight movement of his index finger hides lies, the casual failure of an appointment hides perfunctory words, and the handwriting in his pocket is addressed to others.
Shen Jiu clung to the old scar of the tiger's mouth and endured countless failed waits.
When his mother passed away and the long night collapsed, he added new scabs to himself and hid all his grievances in the evening breeze on the empty window sill.
He gave in silently and forgave again and again.
It wasn't until his body was covered with scars and his heart was dead that Feng Jin returned with the evening breeze and regained his old tenderness.
But Shen Jiu has already seen clearly
