Mu Jiashu thought that he might never forget this day for the rest of his life, the day when the person he loved most married another woman. In the vast sea of people, how difficult it was to find someone who was compatible with him.
What he likes is a man, but a man of the same gender as him. Is that wrong?
They once agreed that they would stick to it even if they were enemies of the whole world. Are those agreements now a thing of the past?