Langchin lives like a rat in the gutter.
He tried countless times to stick his head out from the gap in the manhole cover to get a breath of clean air, but he was always knocked back to his original position by the maliciousness thrown by the ground. The layers of rotten vegetable leaves, sewage, and ridicule pushed him back into the damp, moldy darkness.
Over time, he learned not to struggle.
Since the light does not belong to you, then it will die here——
He thought so.
Until one day, a beam of light fell.
Unbiased, it shined on his already festering wounds.
The light was so bright that it was almost cruel.
He stretched out his hand almost instinctively, trying to grab something - even if it was just a little bit of residual warmth.
But when he really raised his head, he realized -
That beam of light never glanced at him from beginning to end.
Concept: deep sadomasochistic love, reunion after breaking up, strong showdown