For Su Mingyu, Xu Chen is like a light in his dark life. It illuminated the worst places, forcing him to face his sins and rotten scars. But it was the only warm and bright thing, beating softly in the mud. Although it hurts, it is very real.
Xu Chen raised his head. This action was a bit difficult for him, but he still looked firmly into Su Mingyu's eyes. All that surged up in my heart was tender love, which soothed the severe pain like an anesthetic.
When he saw Su Mingyu for the first time, he was covered in wounds. And this man stood in the night, wearing a black trench coat. Under the dim street lights, the blue of his eyes looked very light, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, looking at him quietly, as if he was taking him into the eternal night. At that time, Xu Chen actually thought that even that would be good.
"If I die like this, will you remember me the same way you remember Han Mu?" Xu Chen laughed, his voice gentle and soft, like a lover whispering beside the pillow.