I was born with a tear-eye mole under my left eye. The fortune teller said: "People with tear-eye moles are born with tears and are not related to each other. Once they meet the person they are destined to be, they will not be separated for the rest of their lives until they are physically and mentally gone."
Liang Xin was born to be lonely, disliked the crowds in the city, and had no understanding of the world. He was abused and abandoned by his father but lived a life of neither humility nor arrogance. When he was nineteen years old, he met Situ Dao, the second ancestor of Qingcheng. From then on, he got into trouble with a mentally retarded person who could explode to death at any time, while Situ Dao was still beaten. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but you were the only person I trusted by your company on New Year's Eve. From then on, he became Situ's bodyguard, butler and even best man. I gave him handmade wedding clothes and said goodbye to him with a smile. After ten years of waiting for him, I did my best, but it was nothing but an empty joy.
A kidnapping case brought everything to an abrupt end, and the boy with the tearful mole never appeared again. Sitting on the highest seat of the Situ family, he suddenly felt unusually cold, with heavy snow falling outside the window. He remembered the snowy night many years ago, when a boy with red eyes whispered, "Even if I am the only one left in the world, you won't like me." He opened the window to catch a snowflake, and whispered, "If you were the only one in the world, of course I wouldn't like you. I love you, fool!"