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From the moment Lin Yan met Shen Ci, he lived like a shadow. He was sensible, tolerant, and never made mistakes. He engraved Shen Ci's preferences into his bones and kept his thoughts to a minimum. He didn't dare to make noise, didn't dare to rely, didn't dare to ask for any favoritism, he only dared to carefully hold a sincere heart in a corner where no one could see him, hoping that the other party would give him a favor. He fetched documents for him in the rain. He endured the pain and did not dare to make a sound. He even cried in silence, for fear of disturbing his purity and fearing that his embarrassment would stain his eyes. He never did anything wrong, he just fell in love with someone who would never look back at him, and he just wanted a trivial word of concern when he couldn't hold it anymore. But in Shen Ci's world, there was never a place for him. His indifference is real, his disregard is real, and his disgust is real. I couldn't see his soaked clothes, couldn't hear his suppressed breathing, couldn't feel his despair on the verge of collapse. Even if Lin Yan was hurt to the point of suffocation or injured to the point of vomiting blood, in his eyes, it was nothing more than a trivial disturbance. Lin Yan believed that as long as he was good enough and sensible enough, he could always warm up a cold heart. It wasn't until he huddled in a cold corner, his consciousness gradually blurring, that he realized that some hearts were born cold. Some people, even if they burn themselves out, can't warm up their world. This journey started as a one-way journey, and from the beginning, it was destined to be nothing but bones. He gave him all his life's tenderness, only to receive an unknown death in the end.
Purpose: This article tells the story of a one-way secret love that is as humble as dust: the lover carves his love into his bones and blood, and spends his whole life pursuing an unrequited love. In the end, everything is burned away, leaving only withered bones. It explains the ultimate cruelty and regret of not being able to love, and not being able to ask for.
