Simple version:
My meticulous care since childhood has destined me to be affectionate now. I am like a moth flying toward the flame named you.
Even though he knew that he would be shattered to pieces, he still couldn't help but get involved in that pitiful warmth.
Ye Xu, you are the youth that I have no regrets about, but you are also the regret that I cannot keep.
Goodbye, Ye Xu.
Complex version:
When I first met her, she was like an angel with broken wings in the wheelchair. She was left alone and independent, but she happened to catch my eye and break into my heart to make a promise to you in the next life.
When we were young, in the throbbing years of youth, under the dim light, the words "I love you" under the camphor tree shortened the distance between us and became the purest vow in the years of no regrets.
In his twilight years, Ye Xu, who was still as gray-haired as before, leaned on Yu Sheng's legs in a wheelchair on a hillside under the setting sun. Yu Sheng stroked his hair and said, "You, the older you get, the more you look like a child." Instead, Ye Xu rubbed his head coquettishly, making each other smile.
Mary Sue version:
Yu Sheng, who grew up with childhood sweethearts, knew the cause of his parents' death and couldn't face it for a while. He wanted to run away, but was discovered by Ye.
At the airport, Ye Xu looked at Ye Xu who was blocking him and said coldly: "Get out of the way, Ye Xu, why are we struggling so hard when there is no possibility between us?" Ye Xu said stubbornly: "I will promise you anything, even if you let me die, but it is impossible to let you go for the rest of my life. I give you two choices: 1. Come with me, 2. I will take you away."
Forcibly brought back, Yu Sheng let Ye Xu fall roughly onto the bed, and then the strong man's body pressed down. Hot kisses spread all over the man's body. Yu Sheng resisted and pushed, but his hands and feet were tied up with torn clothes. The pain came as expected, but the tears remained silently. He gritted his teeth to avoid moaning, and the moans still escaped, but there was still a sound running out of his throat, "Well, um, um... Uh..." The torture continued until late at night.
In the dark room, the man stared at the woman's pale face with deep affection in his eyes that even he himself had not noticed.
(In short, it's a military general who can't express feelings x a business queen who beats to death who loves you but doesn't say it)