Love and trust are not one and the same here, just as love and concealment can also be in harmony.
When they first met at the inn, they looked at each other for eternity. From then on, he could never forget that stunning face that looked like burning life released and flamboyant.
During the festival in the small town, he waved his hands freely in the wind. From then on, he engraved the freehand and unruly words of that night from the bottom of his heart, just like every pearly word and every flying expression he said.
When he saw the palace again, he could hear the low singing of jade bones and ice muscles. From then on, his ears and heart could only accommodate the sonorous singing from the mouth of the person who could describe Jiao'er's makeup to make the country and the city beautiful.
The sudden glance when drinking in the tea house, the persistence when Zhan Er died of illness, the lingering sadness when he lowered his eyebrows and played the piano, the soul-stirring feeling when he came to the world... All the pictures flowed into the sea like streams and were frozen in the deepest part. The only thing left was the cold and shy brows of the man in the picture painted in ancient gold by memory.
That cold and eternal sound... Presumptuous.
Even though reason has defected, emotions have sunk.
Even if you keep denying it, even if you keep avoiding it, it is still inevitable——
Lost your life.
This article is HE, 1v1, and the main text is completed on 9.29. The extra chapter "The Road Backward from the Shackles" is currently being serialized.
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The journey home from the shackles
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