The relic organizer fell in love with a writer who died young. He traveled back in time to when Xiang Xun was 16 years old to save his writer.
Cold evasion attack in the early stage & sunshine-led reception type all the time
Who knew that the person he fell in love with at first sight was his archrival from many years ago!
Recipient: Yin Su, a relic organizer, personality: sunny, guiding lover, birthday 1.28
Attacker: Xiang Xun, a literary writer. Personality: A little inferior. He looks cold on the outside but is gentle and firm on the inside. Birthday: 10.18
The provocation written in Xiang Xun's book was left by 16-year-old Yin Su.
"Actually, your name isn't Lin Nan." Xiang Xun looked at Yin Su and called out his name softly.
"Why would you..."
"The system told me everything." Xiang Xun said almost numbly, "It returned my illness to me."
"When can we send him back?" Xiang Xun asked the system.
"As long as his favorability level reaches 80."
Childhood memories are always beautiful, but when Xiang Xun was a teenager, his mother found someone to tie up Xiang Xun and throw her into the river in front of her home.
With a stone tied to his body, Xiang Xun did not dare to think that in a society governed by the rule of law, there were still people who could do such a thing.
This person is his mother.
He freed his hand, took off the stone, swam under the bridge, and watched his mother sink. She was silent and didn't even struggle. It wasn't until the next day that he crawled out into the sun.
The sun was warm, but it was bitingly cold when it shone on him.
Stumbling home, he was greeted with a severe beating.
This is the beginning of a nightmare.
You are the first person to give me sunflowers, but I am not worthy of sunflowers and I am not worthy of you.
Yin Su looked at Xiang Xun who was trembling all over, raised his face and kissed him.
"I love you, Xiang Xun." Yin Su said firmly, "No one loves you, I will love you."
"I don't have any gifts. I'm giving this specimen to you."
"A token of love?" Xiang Xun looked at the butterfly specimen handed over, which was a rare blue color.
"Yes." Yin Su nodded, "My mother left it to me. I like it very much."
"Thank you." Xiang Xun took it, lowered his head and put his arms around Yin Su's waist, and kissed her gently.
At this point, the famous writer is back, seemingly just taking a break to rest and reorganize.
I started this book to let everyone understand the mental illness community and respect them~
Note: Xiang Xun has type 2 bipolar disorder, with more periods of depression and fewer periods of mania.
Purpose: As a human being, no one is wrong