He wanted to kill him, but was reluctant to do so. He walked alone on a deserted street. The moonlight shrouded his body, like a veil, as if he was walking out of a painting, quiet and beautiful. He sighed, raised his head and looked at the stars, recalling the beauty of that person. The boy he once was was so clean, like an elf who accidentally fell into the mortal world. A smile was enough to give him everything he had, and he did. It was as if everything had stopped. After an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. He probably didn't need himself now. Yes, he had gotten everything he wanted and had taken back what belonged to him. How could he look back at him? But all this is no longer important and will be gradually forgotten as time goes by. Maybe only he would care about their past, but this is all in the past. In the past, Chen Xi would fight for Liang Sheng, hide in the corner and cry for him, and even give up the future he deserved for him. But now he has nothing, and what's even more ridiculous is that he has even lost Chen Xi. What has he done all these years? From the moment I met him at the age of 17, his life changed. . .