Fifteen-year-old Pei Ming was thin and small, sitting in the most inconspicuous position to the left of Ji Yixiao. After exercising, his bare arms would always touch his, intentionally or unintentionally. He was so close that he could smell the faint green-orange smell of the other person's body mixed with the sun's sweat.
Twenty-five-year-old Pei Ming had grown into a mature and outstanding alpha, and he reappeared in front of Ji Yixiao across the round table. It's so close yet feels like it's so far away.
Pei Ming hated him for leaving without saying goodbye, cruelly throwing away his hand on that rainy night, and tearing into pieces the ambiguity that ended in vain.
Ji Yixiao also hated him for his clear distinction between love and hate. Every time when the two of them are most ambiguous, she crushes all his fantasies without mercy.
Both of them thought that the relationship between them could only go on like this, entangled in love and hate. Until the end of the typhoon, Pei Ming cruelly tore open the mask and held Ji Yixiao's hand tightly.
"I... I love him."
"What do you love about him?"
He just repeated: "I love him."
"... It's too late."
Pei Ming's secret love has been hidden for fourteen years.
Ten years later, he met Ji Yixiao again, and the casual contact gave him a little hope, thinking that this love that had nowhere to go had finally found a place to settle, but he failed to catch it.
During the second reunion, he blocked all Ji Yixiao's escape routes.
"Who said fate was destined? Hold this hand and I will never let it go."
Intention: Is it love or hate?