In this domestication in the name of love, I always thought that I was an exception.
Zhou Huai was my entire longing in my youth, the man I loved and hated to the core of my being. We bit each other and tortured each other in this relationship, but we were so entangled that we were inseparable.
I was eighteen years old when I first met Zhou Huai.
He is good at discerning people's hearts and is a veteran in love, but I, who is young and ignorant, are still a seedling that needs to be watered with love.
In this relationship that is too complicated to figure out.
We wonder why love and hate can be so closely intertwined.
When will the land piled up by desires and interests beneath my feet collapse?
What is held tightly in each other's hands is the rope of salvation or the pull of a common fall.
Although we are so close, why do our souls always feel that we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers?
"I want you to think of me and us as soon as you close your eyes, no matter where you go, no matter how long it takes..."
What lies between us is fourteen years, a completely different life trajectory.
But, I do.
"Zhou Huai, I do."
Intention: Those who climb will eventually fall, and those who play chess must learn to overturn the chess game with their own hands.
