When the Arrogant Top Student Meets the Punk □□

The red thread that snapped years ago sways in the wind, winding itself back together. They were never the only ones in love.

He dreamed of Wan Mingxin again. He missed Wan Mingxin.

Not long after his mother brought him to live with the wealthy man she'd remarried, the man died suddenly. His mother fought hard to build connections and seize the shares, swiftly rising to take control of the company. Then the truth was suddenly exposed in front of everyone. The stepsister his mother had carefully raised and cherished turned against her, and his mother became both her father's murderer and the other woman.

Long-buried, hazy memories came rushing back along with his mother's confession. So Wan Mingxin's surname was He. His name was He Sijiu.

He'd been a well-behaved child. He Guian had been a good boy. He didn't know when helping someone in need had started ending like this. He'd only wanted to help that girl, to save her, but his moment of kindness had sent him tumbling into the abyss.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” He Guian asked Wan Mingxin, who stood before him, proud and aloof.

“Ask yourself.” Wan Mingxin was still the same, not even looking up. But his answer gave He Guian courage. He hadn't despised or hated him.

“You'll stay, right…?”

“You won't leave, right…?”

You lied to me. Wan Mingxin was a complete and utter liar. Sobs and whimpers echoed through the room, along with the sickening churn of his stomach.

Wan Mingxin couldn't stop thinking about He Guian. Every limb, every cell in his body was screaming, telling him the truth he had never quite believed. He loved him. He Guian loved Wan Mingxin.

“He Guian, look up. Look at me.” When the person from his dreams finally appeared before him again, Wan Mingxin was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. His manner was still forceful as he grasped He Guian's chin with his long, elegant fingers.

Their gazes collided, and the air filled with tension…

“Did you come to lie to me again?”

I came to love you.

“Brother… Wan Mingxin, or should I say, He Sijiu. We meet again.”

“It's you… Wan Youmian…?”

“I… really hate you.”

When Wan Mingxin saw that the person standing beside He Guian was the younger sister he had once cherished above all else, the defenses in his heart began to crumble.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” This time, Wan Mingxin was the one asking the same question. Three years later, he was no longer the proud man he had been. His exhaustion was plain to see.

“Pretty good. This time, I'm on your side.” The unexpected answer made Wan Mingxin's eyes widen.

The ashes burned down to dust, and a breeze sent sparks flying.

He loved him, and he still loved him deeply.

Theme: Reunited after a breakup, saying one thing and meaning another, chasing the light together