He was reborn, and the first thing he did was pull his most precious darling out of the abyss. But his treasure was no longer the person he loved. Don't cling to yesterday's flowers; cherish the person before you. [I'm sorry. I love you. But my love killed you.]
PS: The gong is reborn. He's melodramatic, difficult, and a bit of a scumbag. The shou is miserable, and the gong is more than ten years older, so there's an age gap. It's a ridiculous melodrama full of absurd twists, so I don't really recommend it. I came up with this plot just to indulge myself. It's an unconventional HE, and might leave you with some unresolved feelings.
Teacher, can you write more?
I still want to read the following woo woo woo