14-Year-old Han Yunho tore off the cross necklace around his neck in the fire.
That day, the God he believed in became the young man in front of him.
"I had no intention of escaping that day."
"The hand that grabbed me on the stretcher couldn't be shaken off."
17-Year-old Han Yunho opened the love letter received by the boy without authorization for the 47th time
That day, for the first time, he came up with the idea of dragging the young man down from the altar.
An Shuoying, I just want you to be with me forever. Am I too greedy?
"I don't like him, I love him."
"Han Yunho, you are really crazy." Gao Eunbin, a love rival, answered him.
The plane to London is like that can of citrus soda that you can't turn back.
It disappeared without leaving any words, just like my mother.
Ahn Seok-young, you forgot.
21-Year-old An Shuoying did forget.
He forgot to say that he hadn't seen him for a long time when he reunited with the bamboo horse he had avoided at the funeral. He forgot that in the rebuilt church, he should have vowed never to see her again. He forgot that he was supposed to throw the soda in his face under the coercion and inducement of the cafe.
"Let's go." Han Yunhao was wearing a black suit, and his fair left hand was bursting with veins. He stopped the fist that was about to hit his face for him.
"Who do you think you are? Why do I have to miss you all the time when you leave?" Han Yunhao put his left hand on the back of the bench, and his sneer was like a sharpened arrow hitting his eyebrows.
"You told me it was all a misunderstanding!" Han Yunhao laughed evilly as if he had heard a joke, but only bitterness could be seen in the corners of his eyes.
However, An Shuoying also remembered something.
The smell of citrus brought him back to the time and space of absence. He remembered the truth that tempted him to escape. He remembered the figure that was always behind him when he was a student. He remembered the guitar that would not play as long as he was not around.
"An Shuoying, don't save me this time, love me, okay?" An Shuoying's hand holding the love letter was slowly pressed down, the warm air kept hitting his face, and the heart-stirring words kept lingering in his ears.
"I have two rings on my hand, one is for the person I love, and the other is for my lover." The sea water laps at the two pairs of feet that are getting closer. The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.
"I'm sorry, I'm lying." As soon as he finished speaking, a strong sense of weightlessness kept enlarging An Shuoying's pupils. The second after kissing him, his lover pushed him down from the top floor.
Han Yunho, if you can't convey it, let me do it this time.
Deputy CP is a sinister old man. Geniuses are also mortals.
Bai Hezhen
Genius, movie king, I have played roles for more than 20 years, but what role am I?
Xu Yuanyi
Fan, Mengnan, I really am not, I am just a young actor, brother, please love me again.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you. If you don't say something, you won't have the chance to say it.