In the first year of high school, Shi Xing was hiding in the back alley of a bar, full of hostility, but Chu Zhici knelt down and held his rough hand: "Why are your hands so cold? Don't be afraid from now on, I'm here." This tenderness became Shi Xing's light. When they reunited at Vanity Fair three years later, Shi Xing poured red wine on him with red eyes and provoked: "President Chu doesn't even recognize his old friend?" Chu Zhici wiped the wine with an expressionless face, but his hand under the table was bleeding. Later, the vows of the British wedding still lingered in my ears, but the diagnosis of terminal gastric cancer tore into pieces the perfection. Shi Xing looked at the fallen leaves and sighed softly: "A Ci, I don't seem to have time to love you anymore." After he left, Chu Zhi Ci calmly cut his wrists in a wedding shirt, and took a group photo with the blood stained red. There was only a relieved smile on his face: "Xing Xing, it's me to come to you this time."
Mission: Sincerity and trust are the sharp edges that can overcome all difficulties