Shang Zhaoye kept a canary.
A canary he doted on and gave everything it wanted.
Shang Zhaoye had a white moonlight.
A white moonlight he had fallen for in his youth, but could never have.
The canary and the white moonlight looked strikingly alike.
It was obvious: the canary was a substitute for the white moonlight.
A substitute could never measure up to the real thing. As soon as the white moonlight returned, Shang Zhaoye's gaze never lingered on the canary again.
Rong You understood this.
Unfortunately, he was that canary.
He loved Shang Zhaoye, even if he was too insignificant to matter to him.
But even he would grow tired after all this time.
Shang Zhaoye's white moonlight had returned from abroad. It was time for him to leave.
Rong You set his departure for the day his and Shang Zhaoye's relationship contract ended.
Shang Zhaoye agreed.
Rong You thought he would erase every trace of himself from Shang Zhaoye's house, then move into a little home of his own.
Everything should go smoothly.
...If he hadn't fallen down the stairs while packing.
His left leg was broken, and the doctor recommended at least three months of rest at home.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, Shang Zhaoye forced him to stay, allowing him to leave once he had recovered.
That same evening, the white moonlight moved into Shang Zhaoye's villa.
His name was Lou Yan.
Rong You and Lou Yan met by chance. Unexpectedly, Lou Yan was nothing like the aggressive or sickly-sweet character from the novels.
He was gentle.
So gentle that it frightened Rong You a little.
What kind of white moonlight would personally apply medicine to a canary? With more care than his boyfriend in name, no less.
The kind who would hold his ankle and examine his injury closely, then secretly kiss him while he slept.
Rong You thought that
