Shattered Light Trapped in Mud

After seeing through your bravery, I can no longer tolerate others in my eyes. Touching your hollow, I am willing to be your only glimmer of light. For the first time, I experienced the interdependence of two scarred hearts. It was the day when I took off all my masks and openly revealed my inferiority and desolation. The man in power who lacks passionate love x suppresses the surly and obedient girl, making each other happy for the rest of their lives. Fang He had just finished a long-running online meeting. He took off his headset and threw it on the table. He gently pressed his fingertips across his eyebrows. In the meeting that just ended, she spoke coldly and made decisions decisively, so that everyone in the room did not dare to speak out. She was President Fang who was feared and feared by others. But once he calmed down, the flamboyant and sharp aura quietly disappeared. Her top-floor office is spacious and cold, with minimalist and high-end decoration. There is a sense of distance from strangers everywhere. Only in the corner of the window sill is a small pot of orchid, which someone quietly left behind last time. There was a very light push at the door. No knocking, no asking, familiar doors and familiar roads, as quiet as a gust of evening breeze. Fang He didn't look back, and his voice softened, losing half of the coldness in the workplace: "Here he comes." Shu Heng came in in response. She was wearing a light-colored sweater today, her long hair fell gently on her shoulders, her eyebrows were soft and sweet, and she had a polite smile on her lips. She was praised for her gentle and well-behaved appearance wherever she went. When outsiders see her, they will only think that she is a little girl who has been well-educated and properly cared for. No one knows. The docile and decent person at this moment was still in the dark alley downstairs half an hour ago, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingertips, and briefly escaped in the shadow of no one. Shu Heng gently closed the door and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes swept across the bright night outside the window, and his tone was soft and gentle: "Just finished your work?" "Yes." Fang He glanced sideways at her, all the sharpness in his eyes softened, leaving only a relaxation that no one else had seen before, "Why are you up here?" "Passing by, I came up to see you." Shu Heng always speaks softly, appropriately and with such gentleness that she cannot make any mistakes. It's just too decent. It is as decent as a delicate mask that has been worn for many years, without leaking. Fang He looked at her docile appearance that everyone praised, but he knew better than anyone else - beneath the most obedient and gentle appearance of the person in front of him, there was a desolation that had been disciplined, restrained, and had no one to complain about. A child who is always sensible, always decent, and never causes trouble to anyone is actually the most in need of love. Shu Heng also looked at Fang He clearly. Seeing her killing wildly and openly outside, she seems to be born to stand on a high place, never lacking in admiration and confidence, as if she has been favored by life to the end. But you can only see it if you get close. There was deep-rooted confusion and low self-esteem hidden deep in her eyes. It is the lack and emptiness that I dare not express, which I once had the ultimate preference, but was completely deprived of it later, and fell into the mud for ten years. The huge top-floor office is filled with neon lights and the hustle and bustle is outside the window. Two people who were completely opposite to each other in the eyes of outsiders stood quietly side by side at the intersection of light and shadow. A bright and sharp person, with a shadow of endless inferiority and no one caring about her hidden deep in her heart. A gentle and well-behaved person, with a fester that no one knows about hidden under the skin. Shu Heng looked out the window and spoke softly, with a calm and gentle tone: "Others think you have everything and are very powerful. Even if you get hurt, they think you don't care." Fang He lowered his eyes, gently pressed his fingertips against the cold glass, and chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "What about you?" Shu Heng turned his head to look at her. In the hazy night, the gentle brows and eyes finally revealed a very faint and light hint of true desolation. "I know." Her voice was very soft, but extremely determined, "You need pain the most." [Fragile to the sun | Brave on the outside and cowardly on the inside | Seen the light of day but fell into desolation] Intention: Broken Light (cheerful on the outside but broken on the inside) takes the initiative to fall into the quagmire (to embrace her in the darkness)