Fuhua was just like his name: cold, selfish, domineering, and all show with no substance, as if he existed for no reason other than to exist.
Chenfeng was different from everyone else: warm, strong, melancholy, and seemingly perfect, as if he existed for everyone else.
Fuhua managed a nightclub called Broken Wings, his world confined to a dark, glittering emptiness.
Chenfeng was a renowned violinist, his world confined to applause and the stage.
The two had no reason to ever cross paths, yet they met because of Broken Wings, and were drawn to each other through the violin.
Tired of commercial performances and wanting to find himself, Chenfeng came alone to an unfamiliar city.
Tired of a life bound by convention, Fuhua wanted to cast aside one of his wings and seek the other half of himself.
The two should have passed each other by, but their search brought them together, and their attraction turned into infatuation.
Fuhua had lived through the darkest things imaginable. He knew how cruel people could be and how to protect himself. He always did things his own way and never trusted anyone easily.
Chenfeng had experienced a life of perfection. He basked in everyone’s affection and admiration, their applause and flowers, living in a world where everyone cherished him.
Can two people from different worlds find their complete selves in each other?
Amen... Darou... You finally drifted back from another world... Wahahahahaha In the past two months, I have almost never seen you talking... Let alone writing... Which made me think you were planning to stop writing...= =||| Is this another Danmei work? It has a very plain and peaceful feeling... It suits your style very well... Haha... I am taking the route of being a biological mother... I don't want to be a stepmother... Oh... I'm so beautiful that I've been immersed in the abuse of the black drug stepmother recently... I plan to look at her career... I love her paintings >< Climb, how have you been recently? I dropped out of school and switched to my favorite advertising design... Be happy for me... I finally got rid of that damn accountant = =|||
I thought of the grandeur of the prosperous times. . . Orz... I'm so vulgar. . .
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Looking forward to the next article, give me two points