The first thing Zhao Weiwan said after he recovered from his illness was Lin Wei's name.
The young man with the scar on his face covered his eyes, tears seeping out from between his fingers. That was the first time Zhao Weiwan saw him cry.
Everyone said that Zhao Weiwan and Lin Wei, two mutilated people, a naturally charming mute and a rogue without a little finger, were made for each other.
But Lin Wei knew that his little angel was bright and kind, unparalleled in the world.
From the day I met him, for Zhao Weiwan, the cleanest thing in the world was the blue sky.
Intention: Warmth and mutual salvation