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I can't heal anyone.
No, you healed me, you are my medicine.
Teenagers redeeming each other; testing obscure love; irresistible each other.
If I take off the disguise, I'm just afraid you'll hate me; if I take off the disguise, I'm just afraid you won't love me.
"Brother, one year, ten months and twenty days, 690 days. Less than two years."
"What?"
"Living apart for two years is a legal condition for divorce."
"Madman."
The red thread of fate twists and turns, and you can't avoid it even if you spend your whole life.
Probing, longing, suppressing, clarifying, countless text messages without response are proof that you love me.
"Brother, do you hate yourself very much?
You hate yourself for letting go of my hand first, right? "
"It must be more painful for the person who speaks first."
The young lonely man paid the price he deserved.
"Brother, you don't have to chase me, I'm always yours."
Two-way secret love, two-way redemption
Play hard to get, reunite after a broken mirror, childhood sweethearts, HE
Concept: They are like saplings supporting each other, with intertwined roots and growing up together.