The ten-year relationship started with seven street lamps in the university town and ended with a table of cold dishes in the empty living room.
Lu Shi'an was busy running forward, while Lin Shu waited there until he could wait no longer.
It's not that I don't love, it's that the way I love is wrong. A BL novel about drifting apart, silent farewells, and the peace of each other after the breaking point.
Ten years, ten paintings, two people, an ending with no right or wrong.
Intention: It's not that I don't love, it's that my love has been worn away.
