After Gu Yansheng's death, the obsession he had accumulated for a long time finally gave him the opportunity to dream.
The dream was of a snowy winter night. Shen Tinglan stood under the streetlight, as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Why are you here?"
They walked side by side along the snow-covered river embankment, talking about high school, the future, and the things they hadn't had time to do together yet. Shen Tinglan talked about future plans in a brisk tone, as if Gu Yansheng had never left.
Gu Yansheng listened quietly, not daring to answer the question, not daring to touch him, and even less daring to tell him that he only had this night left.
He thought that seeing this was enough. It's time for him to let go.
But at the last moment before waking up from the dream, Shen Tinglan suddenly stopped and looked at him with red eyes.
"You know," his voice was trembling, "I've liked you for a long time."
Gu Yansheng froze on the spot.
Shen Tinglan smiled, but tears fell first: "Don't you hug me? I'm about to wake up."
He didn't know that this brief reunion in the wind and snow was the last time that person had risked dissipation in exchange for it.
[Reading tips: Two male protagonists | Dreaming after death | Two-way secret love | Sadomasochism warning | The ending is non-traditional, please consider at your own discretion]
Intention: Cherish what you love now, don't wait until you lose it before you dare to speak.