Freud would never have imagined that everything would change from the moment Lancelot saw Wilson's peerless blue eyes. The relationship between them was destroyed by Lancelot's undying love - after all, love is blind and stupid. Lancelot was willing to give up everything for this sudden and ethereal love, abandon Freud, and abandon the deep friendship between them that had been forged through the long years. And this was just for Wilson, his blue-eyed little lover, his true love, his unaskable sweet pain. For so many years, Freud has been begging in his heart, begging Lancelot to turn back, but it seems that everything is irreversible and time cannot go back. His Lancelot has left him far away, and will never come back no matter what, and will never show him his childlike and frank smile again——
But there are no absolutes in this world.
Dear, there are no absolutes in this world.