Saintly, Self-Serving Top × Sincere, Rotten Bottom
Wen Yuan'an never imagined he would see his moon again. One dazzling glimpse, just like the first time. When he reached out, he smiled so gently he seemed to glow.
If I could win his favor, I, Wen Yuan'an, would gladly descend into the eighteenth level of hell.
Yuan'an, I don't believe what others say. You and I are sworn friends, brothers in all but blood, and... the ones in each other's hearts.
Theme: A rotten man reaches for the moon; a saint breaks his vows
