Lan Junluo recalled Jian Che's expression when he was wiping his cherished violin. He was humble yet noble, breathless yet infinitely gentle. That peerless gesture was something he could never match.
Jian Che saw Lan Junluo rushing in like a god of death in a trance. His cheeks, deep-open shirt, and long windbreaker hem were all stained with blood, like steel cracked in the wind and rain, tough, extraordinary, and full of infinite power.
Purpose: Anti-patriarchy, resist the fate of people