Shirakiri Dark Guard Attack x Slutty Prince Shou
Silent because of the cage x the lonely soul of the moon
Xie Ciyuan has been a useless prince for fifteen years. The prostitute is drunk and uneducated. Some people said that he would not live to be thirty, and everyone in the capital believed it. No one knew that the embers burning in his bones and blood were the last bit of warmth left by the late Queen in the world.
Wu Jiu is the lowest shadow around him. Silent and respectful, like a lonely soul picked up from the execution ground, even his name seemed like someone owed him forgiveness. The prince tested him, teased him, pushed him outside the door and listened to him and others teasing him - he accepted it all without missing a single trace. But every time I turned around, the fingertips in my sleeves pinched into my palms.
They all thought the other was acting, and they were the audience who saw everything.
Until Jiang Nan was assassinated, two hundred pursuers surrounded the ruined temple. Xie Ciyuan was hit by three arrows, and in his last consciousness, he saw that silent shadow coming out of the rain curtain, single-handedly, his clothes stained with blood - just like the way he first picked him up from the heavy rain at the gate of the East Palace many years ago. After that day, he knelt outside the palace for three days and three nights. The imperial doctor said: Your Highness is awake. He knelt in the puddle, and the rain washed away the blood on his face. No one saw him smiling silently in the rain.
Xie Ciyuan opened his eyes and looked at the injury on his knee.
"You don't have to kneel anymore."
Later, on the night before the palace change, it rained heavily. Xie Ciyuan asked that sentence: "No blame - have you been sincere in these years?" The rain poured down from the corner of the eaves like a waterfall, but no one answered. He thought he was gone.
More later. Lands and mountains change owners, and old friends are separated. One spring day, in a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring rain knocked on the tiles. Xie Ciyuan leaned on his shoulder and asked sleepily: "Wujiu, what I asked you back then..."
Wu Jiu lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms.
The rain is still falling outside the window. But what he heard was that it was already spring.
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Listening to the rain brings spring. It's not like we have to wait for spring to come after the rain stops. He is the person who has been with you in the rain for half your life. He is spring himself. It's just that some people wait a whole winter before they dare to recognize and meet each other.
Intention: It's not about waiting for spring to come, it's about finally believing that you are worthy of spring