Bulletproof Eighth Man.
There is warmth in his surname, and thoughts in his name, but his tenderness and his longing are only left to him.
The pursuit of each other when we were young, the struggle alone when we had a secret love, and the sadness when we parted.
The figure gradually faded away, leaving only the young man's low whisper in the silent space, "If this is your choice, then I respect it."
The tide rises and falls, entangles and lets go, the gears of fate begin to turn, and the red thread of longing begins to cut off.
In the end, all I have to say is, I'm fine.
Little did he know that I was fine, which was the biggest lie Wen Nianjun had ever told in his life.
That lie covered up his countless tender reveries.
Intention: Looking for the direction of light and moving forward wantonly