Chi Xia's world fell into darkness, and Jiang Yu's footsteps became his only coordinate.
He hates this coordinate, but he has to rely on it to perceive the world and avoid harm.
That rainy night, there was a misunderstanding of Yin and Yang, and a tacit separation.
From then on, one went south and the other went north, ten years apart.
When they met again, Chi Xia was an outstanding contemporary artist receiving an award on stage, and Jiang Yu was a business upstart applauded by the audience.
In full view of everyone, he supported him who stumbled, his voice trembling:
"Your footsteps... Are the same as his."
The hot breath wrapped around the tip of the ear, carrying the pain and possessiveness that had been suppressed for ten years:
"Ten years ago... You touched the scar on my wrist bone."
"Now, do you want to verify? Brother."
Gong, a wild and rebellious business upstart X Shou, a cold and tough blind art painter
Intention: Above the ruins, rise towards the light.