"I'm against homosexuality, but I'm not against you. I've gone crazy. Could you maybe accept me, even if you have to force yourself?"
"A Ye is the wildest of them all."
"I don't need love to be limited by gender."
Jiang Yi is Cheng Ye's light. Cheng Ye is afraid of the dark; without that light, it's as if he has fallen into an abyss. Do you understand?
They head toward what they long for, together.
A young love that's passionate and unrestrained, untethered by convention and kept secret from the world. It doesn't need anyone's permission.
He spends every birthday by his side, hoping to pluck a star and offer it to the one he loves. Sir, would you accept?
"He's my kid. He can't be allowed to suffer."
"The roses are blooming again. Happy birthday!"
Jiang Yi couldn't always do everything he wanted, but he still tried, one thing at a time, for no reason other than that his kid had mentioned it in passing.
"I tend to say the opposite of what I mean. For example, I hate you."
Next time, I'll buy you roses and propose. How about that?
If you can't get what you want, then you haven't tried hard enough. When people in dire straits give up their lifeline, they'll be lost forever. There are no exceptions.
"Can passionate love overcome the pointless prejudice of convention?"
I wouldn't call it love. I just believe in him too much.
What you want is only you, not me.
Pushy? It's because I spoiled him.
A love that lasts until death.
Theme: A rose covered in thorns is still stunning.
