The cruelest brush of fate is to splash a patch of ink on your most cherished painting unexpectedly.
His five years were five years in which fate pressed the mute button. Due to a serious illness of a close relative, he was forced to "evaporate" from her life. He is burdened with heavy secrets and endless thoughts, walking in the abyss where the sun cannot be seen. His greatest wish was that she could forget him and live a better life than anyone else.
Her five years were five years of loneliness and suspicion. From the initial high expectations to the later despair, she built herself into an invincible team. She thought that the throbbing of youth had long since left without saying goodbye, drying into a scar in her heart that would no longer hurt.
However, when he stood in front of her again in the night five years later, full of wind, frost and glory, she realized that the scar had already melted into her bones and blood, becoming her strongest armor and his gentlest weakness.
She didn't cry, but asked calmly: "Are you back?"
There was a lump in his throat, and a thousand words were condensed into one sentence: "I came late, but I never left."
She understood the apology and love hidden in his eyes, and also saw her own sincerity that had never truly cooled down in the face of this affection.
So, she put away the spikes all over her body and left a light for him to go home.
So, he took off all his defenses and tied the stability of the rest of his life to her.
Their love is not a chance reunion, but two souls who have fought hard on the battlefield of their lives and finally recognized each other. It was her bravery that was willing to give him another chance, and it was also his determination to run to her across mountains and seas. This is a two-way rush that is five years late. It is sweet, deep, and warm.
Intent: This is a warm fable about love, responsibility, growth and redemption.