Some people say that there are only three things to hate in life: Begonias are fragrant, shad are prickly, and Lingguang has little smile.
How many people have devoted their lives to the world, just to win his smiling look back.
Pity. He is Xie Lingguang. Lingguang, Lingguang, should be remembered for years in Linghai, and the solitary light shines on oneself, and his liver and gallbladder are really filled with ice and snow.
Even if he holds the snow from the mountain and picks the moon among the clouds, he can't exchange for Xie Lingguang's shallowest smile.
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Xie Lingguang's heart was very hard and cold. From very early on, he had inadvertently heard the voices of others, those dirty, sticky voices of obsession.
So he slowly built a hard and powerful shell for himself. No matter how hard you try, Mo Xie will never be able to pry an inch away.
Until one day, he discovered a silent heart. That man's eyes were calm and deep, like the sea reaching the sky, not at all like the blazing madness of other eyes in the world.
So, he chased this unique heart from world to world, longing for that bit of peace and peace of mind.
Later, he was held in the arms of that person, pressed against his lover's chest, quietly listening to the monotonous heartbeats, and asked: Why can I never hear your love for me, so different from other people?
Close to his ear, the man smiled softly, hoarsely: "Those people? Straight but too shallow, frank and unrestrained, you can naturally hear it."
Only then did he realize that he could not escape from the beginning.
This is the story of a male god who ran away because he was coveted by all kinds of idiots, but ended up running into the arms of the biggest idiot.
Intention: The night gave me a pair of eyes, but I have to use them to find the light.