Ye Fan doesn’t know whether Heaven let him survive that calamity because it was being unusually kind to him, or because it wasn’t done playing with him.
Otherwise, after he’d fled in disgrace and changed his identity, how could they have crossed paths again in the vast city of Beijing?
He doesn’t know which of them is more pitiable, him or Young Master Luo. One gave his heart, only to lose everything and be driven out of the capital. He can’t even show his face there under his real identity.
The other loves someone he cannot have, unable to hold on or let go, trapped in agony.
Four years later, they meet again. Even one glance is enough to make Ye Fan’s heart, which he thought had long since died, race for the same person once more.
Luo Yuchen stares at the man before him, whose appearance has changed beyond recognition, his eyes red: “Why didn’t you contact me when you were still alive? Do you know I haven’t gone a single day in these four years without looking for you?”
Looking at Luo Yuchen in such pain, Ye Fan smiles bitterly. “Because I didn’t want to actually die.”
The gong is pure; the shou is not, but he’s not promiscuous. Pure love.
