[Cold and affectionate restraint attack × trivial literary and artistic self-improvement]
Wen Zhou's heart was torn into pieces.
And Shen Yubai said: No need to stick it. You give me the shape.
He then transformed himself into the shape of Wen Zhou's fragment.
No tearing, no sticking, no forcing.
Whatever you are, I can change into a shape that can hold you - it doesn't matter if you are broken, my shape can accommodate you
Many years later, Shen Yubai used his actions to tell Wen Zhou that you don't have to live in the past to commemorate them, you can move forward with them.
This is a line of OC in the real world. I should be able to write several world lines.
Concept: Some love is the shackles of growth, and some love is the wings of freedom.