"Don't run away. It doesn't matter if you take one step back, or two steps. I will take care of the rest. Whether I like you or care about you, as long as you turn around, I will be here."
"Thank you Xiayi, turn around."
"I've always been there."
"Can we try again?"
"You are finally your own, you are free."
If we had never encountered it, would it be that those days were still so boring, without any flavoring, plain and simple.
There has never been an if, life needs spices, and you are the necessary spices in my life.
The first time Gu Chengye met Xie Xiayi was in a field of roses.
Although the corners of his eyes were red and extremely dazzling, and there were still some bruises on his hands, he seemed to be relaxing along the wall, and his body was soaked.
The rose-red color is dazzling, so red that people dare not reach out to grab it, as if it will disappear in the next second.
And he was like a rose.
Indifferent, his eyes were dull, not like those people who blinked at him and had bright eyes.
Xie Xiayi, like his mother, is indifferent to everything and cannot describe their world in pale words.
Xie Xiayi couldn't remember when it was.
Xie Xiayi became the person Gu Chengye cared about most, and Xie Xiayi seemed to like Gu Chengye unknowingly.
Gu Chengye lit up Xie Xiayi's whole world.
Intention: Maybe it's not a good time for us to meet, but the process is the most important