Young Lin Xiyue is dazzling.
Lu Xinghe thought, even though she was covered in thorns, he loved the sting and the blood.
One day, she said break up, she doesn't like you anymore.
Lu Xinghe's eyesight went dark, and all his pride collapsed in an instant.
"I can change it to whatever you like, okay?"
The infatuated sincerity is trampled under the feet of cold-blooded people without restraint.
"Getting together and relaxing well is a form of cultivation. Why should you be so mean?"
Escape, survive, there is hope.
Many years later, she was still the ruthless and cold-blooded Lin Xiyue.
Covered with thorns, she turned into a tightly wrapped hedgehog, with no flowers or eyes visible.
Lu Xinghe stopped obsessing and just watched from a distance. At least he had a way out and didn't have to leave.
He tried to get closer to the snarling spikes.
No matter if it was dripping with blood, he wanted a heart-wrenching hug.
However, this is not the case.
When I got closer, I realized that those airtight spikes had long been defeated, rotted, and vulnerable.
The flowers and eyes, trapped inside, seem to have long been accustomed to the numb struggle of pretending to be strong.
He was careful and told the flowers and eyes.
"Let me be your spike. My nutrients are fresh and sufficient."
The flower opened its eyes.
"Why are you so stupid?"
Lu Xinghe smiled brightly, "He is a very stubborn fool, you are the only fool."
Lin Xiyue turned away and wiped away her tears, "Lu Xinghe, thank you for being here."
There will really be someone waiting for you right where you are.
Intention: Reunion, redemption