Internal friction little painter × cardiologist
He was once the youngest cardiologist in city A. He was rational and gentle, and the only light in my barren world. During the three years we were together, he taught me what love is, but I pushed him away with all the thorns in my body.
Two years after we broke up, we met again on a rainy night. He still held an umbrella and leaned over me, but the tenderness in his eyes was replaced by strangeness and alienation.
I was no longer the girl who only relied on him. I started chasing passionate and short-lived love one after another, like fireworks, dying after the ultimate splendor.
I covered our past with other people's kisses and numbed the broken heart with indulgence. I told him that I was only worthy of this short-lived "satisfaction" of each taking what he wanted.
He watched me sink, watching me being held in the arms of another crazy man, the pain in his eyes almost tore him apart.
When the lover I once cared about became an audience watching my self-destruction, could the life guide he left behind still guide me out of this ruins created by my own hands?
(Tips: the female protagonist is unclean and the male protagonist has only had relations with the female protagonist)
