Xie Huai was born high, like the sun in the sky.
But no matter how bright the sun is, it cannot touch the deep sea.
And Li Jiangcheng has never really surfaced.
He had also seen the light. Before the age of seven.
It was a long time ago, so long that he almost forgot - a woman's smile, a hot meal, an orange stray cat rubbing against his palm.
Then the light went out.
He was pushed into the deep sea, and no one came to fish him out.
Fate is sometimes cruel and sometimes dramatic.
After Li Jiangcheng crossed the class gap on his own, it seemed that he and Xie Huai were destined to meet again.
Not redemption.
Not love.
It is sinking.
So, that midsummer came.
[Warning: bl, very bloody, contains straight bending, forced... A bit brainless, please don't enter if you mind, this is my first time writing, hope to receive your suggestions]
Intention: The end of life is not death, but forgetfulness.