He is the bane of the world.
He lost his mother when he was born, lost his father when he was young, and was abandoned by his family like a worn-out shoe. He relied on his sister-in-law for a meal and became a half-withered plum in the cold winter.
Quiet, broken, cold, even the smile is timid.
He is Yuying's most vicious overlord.
He was unruly, flamboyant, and full of hostility. When I saw him for the first time, I just wanted to take him into my arms.
Sheath the knife for him, bow your head for him, and be the enemy of the whole world for him.
"Chu Ci, I will protect you."
"Wen Yichen, don't come close to me, I will hurt you."
They met in the dust and fell in love in the darkness.
I thought that after surviving the cold winter, I could wait for spring.
Thinking that they can protect each other by trying their best.
But fate is the most ruthless.
In his last life, he was burned in a fire and died with a smile on his face.
He madly kept his empty dream and died in love for seven years.
In this life, the world still does not allow them to achieve perfection.
Two worlds, two kinds of destruction.
Only parallel time and space can give him a sense of perfection.
As soon as the winter plum blossoms bloom, old friends disperse.
Meeting in this life is a gift, but also a delay.
[Text BE｜Extra double ending: HE perfection + cruel destruction]
Sadistic warning: Extreme sadomasochism, beware of glass shards!
Intention: Using plum as a metaphor to write about a love that is deep and shallow, and can't help itself.