Zhou Muye gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and cut off his words with a low and firm voice: "No need to say sorry."
He stared at the eyes that were close at hand and said clearly word by word: "No matter why you kissed me, I accept it. It doesn't matter if you hate me, you need me, you don't use me... As long as it's you, Xin Zhi, anything is fine."
At this moment, under the cold night sky of Paris, in the saltiness of tears and kisses, the barrier seemed to be briefly broken. With this desperate kiss, Xu Xinzhi re-tied an invisible thread between himself and Zhou Muye.
Zhou Muye, on the other hand, used his unconditional acceptance to catch this star that fell from a height and was full of cracks. The road ahead is still long, but at least they are starting over.
Under the night sky in Paris, the Seine River flows silently. The glory of the podium and the grief of losing a loved one, the pursuit across the ocean and the exhausting acceptance were all intertwined into the most complex and heaviest footnote of this night.
At this moment, their relationship was reconnected in a way that was not derived from pure love, but from great pain. The road ahead is still foggy, but at least they are no longer walking alone.
Conception:.
