Lin Yuanqing kept a secret from the age of seventeen until the end of his life.
Zhou Kuang was the only light in his youth, while Lin Yuanqing himself was no more than a silent shadow behind him.
Everyone thought they were best friends, Zhou Kuang included.
Only Lin Yuanqing knew that all those walks side by side across the school field, the glances he hid in their graduation photo, and the bitter drink he swallowed alone at Zhou Kuang's wedding... were the turmoil of a war fought entirely within himself.
Then Lin Yuanqing fell ill, gravely ill.
Zhou Kuang finally came to his bedside, but Lin Yuanqing could only drive him away with the sharpest words.
Only when his strength was nearly gone did he dare to say the words he'd kept back for more than a decade:
"Zhou Kuang, I love you."
Zhou Kuang's eyes reddened as he held him tight.
But they both knew it was too late.
Lin Yuanqing sank into eternal night with his secret, believing their story had ended.
He never knew that Zhou Kuang had seen through his feelings long ago.
But the cowardice of youth had made Zhou Kuang turn his back on him.
That single turn away cost them a lifetime.
It turned out the most painful thing wasn't loving someone who didn't love you back.
It was when two people were clearly heading toward each other, yet each walked a long road in one direction, until death kept them apart.
The suspended sun will finally set, and love will be silently buried.
Theme: When flowers are in bloom, pick them while you can. Don't wait until they're gone and all you can do is grasp at empty branches.
