He is the proud man that everyone looks up to, but he is willing to devote all his starlight to a silent "isolated island".
He is a self-enclosed perfectionist. The deeper he loves, the more he fears the flaws of his imperfection.
When fiery love hits a cold illness, is fragmentation a foregone conclusion?
"Yan Qingjue, I would rather you be broken than I would like you to belong to me."
"Xie Zhiyao, forgive me... For not being able to love you with your incomplete appearance."
If a short story touches a thunderbolt, don't scold me!
Intention: When the snow falls, old friends return
