Is love too luxurious?
Liang Yuze stared blankly at the falling snowflakes, falling on his outstretched hand. His eyes were empty, just like when he was taken home by the people sent by Liang Wenhao. At some point, the originally pure and innocent feelings became more ambiguous than they should have been. He almost got lost, but the man was still alive. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how long would he have been deceived?
The fantasy of two lovers being happy is too beautiful, and the love that holds hands is too far away. He was once so stupid, thinking that with love, nothing else mattered, but he forgot that the world could not tolerate his innocence. Maybe, all this should be like this...