He was adopted in May, a midsummer day, when he was eleven years old. His playmate in the orphanage that same year was also found by his parents.
Si Wuyue's family didn't hate him, it could even be said that they liked him a little, even though his birth was never that glorious.
When they met two years later, Si Wuyue was in a daze when she looked at Lin Cang's beautiful blue eyes.
"Brother Lin. Do you still remember me?"
What he responded to was a warm embrace.
He would never forget the two people cuddling together in the starry field, as if they were not afraid of the shivers brought about by the cold winter months.
But some scars are never forgotten.
"May, I'm sorry. It's your parents who are sorry for you."
That year, an explosion destroyed his home.
Many years later, when he looked at his unattractive hands, the ugly scars on them reminded Si Wuyue all the time that he could never go back to the past.
"Dear Mr. Si." The man didn't care about the ugliness on his hands and knelt down on one knee to kiss the back of his hands. "I love you." I don't care about you in any way, I just hate that I wasn't by your side when you needed it most.
Intention: tentative