[Two male leads + memoir of a deceased husband + emotional disorder + bad ending]
[♪ An emotionally detached, icy mountain and a cheerful little sun with a terminal illness]
Shang Jiu likes his childhood friend, now Senior Shen.
Shen Xunhe knows, but doesn't care much.
He likes Shang Jiu too, after all. He was his first friend in childhood.
But every time he replies like that, Shang Jiu gently shakes his head.
"It's not the same."
"What's not the same?"
Shang Jiu doesn't answer.
Later, Shang Jiu suddenly falls ill, and Shen Xunhe comes to look after him as a friend.
"I don't have long to live."
"You will."
Shen Xunhe holds the apple he has peeled to Shang Jiu's lips.
"You'll live to be a hundred."
"Shen Xunhe, I'm really going to die."
"..."
"Will you spend more time with me during this period?"
"Okay."
This story is told from the perspective of a memoir. It may not be very well written.
Theme: I say you'll be fine, but all along, I'm the one deceiving myself.
