Mo Nanxing slowly stood up from the cemetery, his mind going blank.
When I arrived at school and saw Zhou Shuyu, I felt a little sad and ashamed. I couldn't see Zhou Shuyu's expression clearly, but he seemed a little happy.
Mo Nanxing pretended to be indifferent and did not catch a glimpse of Zhou Shuyu's surprise.
As an ordinary human being, Mo Nan had no choice but to accept Zhou Shuyu's unreasonable request to become his personal follower, his servant.
One time when Zhou Shuyu was having a gathering with his friends, he heard someone say: "Ah Yu, how come he looks so much like the young master whose imperial veins have disappeared?" Zhou Shuyu's face darkened and he became very drunk.
It's getting weirder and weirder.
Inadvertently, Mo Nanxing caught a glimpse of Zhou Shuyu's smile when he looked at him, and his heart beat faster, but he still didn't understand it afterwards——
Why did that gentle Zhou Shuyu send him to a closed house? Doesn't he like him? How could he be sent to a place like that?
Staring at Zhou Shuyu's photo, receiving electric shocks and taking medicine, day after day, life was worse than death. The hope that Zhou Shuyu would come to save him now gradually cooled down.
The short-lived days of joyful secret love were replaced by pain that lasted for a year. Mo Nanxing came out of hell.
The blank space in memory was accentuated by scars, gradually lifting the veil, revealing dark graffiti, and Mo Nanxing regained his memory.
That day he saw Zhou Shuyu who came to pick him up. Ayu, whom he had longed for, hesitated and was about to touch his face: "Nanxing."
Mo Nanxing felt a little nauseous and pushed him away with an indifferent expression: "Don't touch me, dirty."
Even now, he doesn't know whether "Zirty" refers to himself or Zhou Shuyu.
Intention: Revenge is not the best solution, there will always be someone who will work hard to repay