This is a story about the contradictions of gain and loss, longing and forgetting, attachment and escape.
After escaping, I found that I couldn't let go.
After forgetting, I found that I couldn't forget.
Only after losing someone do you realize that he is the most precious.
Xu Tao is GAY and Han Shaoan is straight. The two of them got together without many twists and turns. But in the second year of dating, all kinds of problems have completely changed.
Work, family, friends, relationships, everything seems to be uncertain.
Xu Tao's mistake finally brought this relationship to the brink of collapse. He couldn't let go, he really couldn't let go, but at this time, he actually had nothing to keep her.
Han Shaoan really thought about accompanying Xu Tao for the rest of his life. He believes that as long as there is love, everything will work out. But when reality kept putting pressure on him, he realized that he was too naive.
Is there any other choice besides breaking up?
The sweet vows were shattered so easily. The painting you gave me is still hanging on the bedroom wall, but where were ours thrown away?
The sun sets and rises again, and the days pass by day by day. There is no difference, except that there is no longer that person around.
But why do I always think of you?
This article is a more realistic story. The protagonist is not a handsome and cool guy, but just two ordinary men, having an ordinary relationship, having an ordinary life, and ordinary worries.
By the way, the first part is "The Days of Living with a Tsundere Artist". It is a standard sweet story about the beginning of the two of them and their sweet cohabitation life during the past year and a half of their relationship. It is very heartwarming. Children who like sweet stories should not miss it!
And this one, judging from the title, is a sadistic novel. Ahem, strictly speaking, I am actually better at sadistic writing. The only thing I can tell you is that the principles of HE will not change, but the process will be more bumpy, twists and turns, confused, bewildered... You know.
Focused on sadistic writing for thirty years, eh.
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