I have always been a person with extremely weak legal and moral concepts.
But I'm not unemotional.
Because what I insist on is just love.
This feeling has nothing to do with identity, status, environment, or gender.
This is beyond human control,
Just because if it could be controlled, it wouldn't be love.
Therefore, what I want to write this time is the purest, simplest and most fairy tale love story.
I originally wrote this story because when I was learning about the history of World War II,
I saw that super long name at a glance - Reinhard Tristan Jürgen Heydrich,
And this man's appearance happens to be my favorite European, with a high nose, deep eyes, blond hair and blue eyes.
What's more, he died too early. Before he was even forty years old, this handsome SS leader was assassinated on the outskirts of Prague.
At that time, I was thinking, how could such a strong man die so easily?
And the romance of the original artist should still exist in his heart.
So I decided to write him as a tragic lover who started out cruelly and passionately, but ended up falling in love with a completely different man.
And at the end, they left together.
Heydrich exchanged his death for the rest of his life to be with Achilles.
You must know that in my heart, it is actually very difficult for anyone to be worthy of this handsome and cruel man.
So I invented a painter, a very, very perfect and stubborn painter.
The reason why Heydrich was attracted to him in the first place was because he wanted to break his stubborn mask, right? !
Heydrich was a blond, cruel and passionate leader of the Nazi SS;
Achilles is a gentle painter with long champagne hair and pale purple eyes.
Without Heydrich, Achilles might have been the invincible god of war in Greek mythology.
Instead of becoming so fragile...
Even though he didn't want to at first, even though he hated it at first,
But we all know that he was willing to do it later.
Stefanie Sun's backlight is a bit humble, but she is still very affectionate, especially that sentence——
I thought I could step back and prove over and over how wrong this love was. It was so dark with my back to you, and I felt tired, but when I opened the window, I realized that you were the light.
After all, the beauty of love is destined...
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