Having seen the vast ocean, no other waters will do. He and the other man were nothing but one missed chance after another. Would their fates converge and become bound to his? One man adorned his love with blood. One lived in guilt. One rose up like spring grass. Their fates drew to a close through one missed chance after another. If only life could remain as it was at their first meeting. Fate was like the most precious silk, woven with exquisite skill; yet when you held it in your hands, threads of light still shone through. Those tangled destinies and vivid souls adorned an ethereal life with their vibrant lives.
Dizzy. Why does it have my name? Gu Zixuan!!!!
Why did you stop writing after writing so much?