The gears of fate kept turning, and this boomerang that had been covered in dust for sixteen years finally landed on my heart, opening a bloody wound at the tip of my heart.
Feelings are based on love, stopping is based on etiquette... The choice of fear and hesitation
"Brother, I love you... Lin Zejun, what are you afraid of!"
"Brother, I'm 18 years old... I still love you."
When the painting paper named after love is stained with a dye known for paranoia, is it still pure love?
"You are still young and don't understand what love is... What you feel for me is not love, it is a possessive desire that is almost paranoid and pathological."
Not every love is reciprocated... Game over.
"You don't overestimate yourself, you just overestimate me."
"Aqing, I give up, please come back to life... I love you too..."
Intention: Family & Love