"The paranoid affection ultimately only moved myself and burned everyone who came close."
My name is Gu Xiangwan. Xiangwan, evening.
When I was eighteen years old, my secret crush on her was exposed in public. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't make trouble."
Just two words sentenced me to twenty years.
From that day on, I learned to smoke, act like a scumbag, and push away everyone who tried to get close to me. They call me a bastard, and I admit it. It's easier to hate a bad person than to love an empty shell.
She fell in love while I watched. When she got married, I sat in the last row and applauded. Then she left all the chat records between her and me, together with an old mobile phone with a broken screen, on the windowsill of the wedding bathroom.
I spent twenty years guarding someone I will never know.
I was later told she was doing well. I said, that's good.
My name is Gu Xiangwan. Xiangwan means evening. Her name is Luo Yunxi, and she is the evening cloud. But the man she was chasing was named Shen Muchao - Longing for the Morning Sun.
I'm always one time zone behind him.
