"Mo Xiang, I love Shakespeare's sonnets. I love the spring that brought you to me. I love you." Song Taozhuo lets out a long breath and closes his eyes, as if waiting for fate to pass judgment. Unable to help himself, he opens one eye a crack to look at Mo Xiang. It feels as if an invisible hand is wringing his heart, and even one beat is agony.
"...No one has ever loved me. I'm gloomy, boring, and depressed. Could you really love someone as awful and useless as me?"
"I'll always love you just as you are. You're gentle and brave, and every part of you is etched into my heart. I'll stay by your side and wait for you to get better. Then we can climb that very high mountain together, and splash around in that crystal-clear stream. So please, trust me, okay?"
At that moment, the raindrops around them seemed to grow scalding hot, one after another striking Mo Xiang's face and arms, so hot that every pore on his body screamed in silence.
He said yes. He fell in love with him.
And later?
Later, Mo Xiang died by suicide after battling depression, and Song Taozhuo was imprisoned for drug use.
Be prepared: this is a bad ending. If you like it, stay; if not, leave. There's no need to force it.
Theme: Say no to drug use and trafficking. It starts with me!
