"He has a cool motorcycle. I often sit in the back seat, waving my hands in the wind, singing "Peach Blossoms are blooming". He turns around and frowns and tells me to stop talking and catch him."
"Yes, I once thought that was love."
"I ran away in the face of disaster, and the punishment was to make me fall into the ordinary reality."
"Fortunately, because of you, I became obsessed with such ordinary things."
In a same-sex dating group called "Scum Protection Association", two rare and popular male authors who write BL were connected by fate many years ago, and they solved the mystery in the most romantic way many years later.
In those years, they had been scum, and they had been scum in the eyes of others.
The years of scum and being scum will never be found again.
The story of love and being loved continues.