Duan Hanhui x Shi Jiangbai
The first time I met him, he was standing in the corner of his mother's funeral, his eyes red but not a single tear.
I asked: "I am only sixteen years old and my grades are so good. Can I support myself?"
He said yes.
The second time we met was on the bridge. He clutched the railing, his eyes filled with unbearable despair.
"Last chance, come with me? I'll support you."
He was silent for a long time and said yes.
Six years.
I watched him grow up, from a timid boy to an adult who would smile at me.
He changed my last name and said he would always be mine.
I bought the ring and he prepared a confession.
I thought I could protect him.
Later, I rushed to the hospital with him in my arms. My body was covered in blood and my breath was weak.
When the last kiss fell, I lied to myself: It's coming soon, just hold on a little longer.
He couldn't hold on.
I found the murderer and killed him.
But I stood on the rooftop, holding the ring that I had not given away in my hand.
"We will grow together in the next life, okay?"
"Don't blame me, I'm here to accompany you."
"They died in the year they loved each other most. That year, Duan Hanhui was 29 years old and Duan Jiangbai was 22 years old."
Intent: A tragedy of love that redeems each other in a desperate situation, but is ultimately crushed by fate.
