[I've been a little stuck recently... I'll change it as I see fit...]
Xu Guangxiao met Xu Liuqing when he was 16 years old. At that time, he was still Xu Guang, a young man who had grown up amid bullying and domestic violence.
The man was facing the setting sun behind the distant mountains, his seemingly thin body leaning on the red wooden chair with peeling paint. Xu Guang clenched the note in his hand so tightly that it almost melted into his flesh and bones, and walked to him step by step in the afterglow.
Xu Liuqing pulled him away from the dim corridor again and again.
Xu Guangxiao followed his footsteps step by step, year after year.
"Xu Guangxiao, live a little more arrogantly in the future, don't be afraid."
Xu Liuqing raised the typed cell phone in front of him and looked at him seriously.
"Teacher... Don't leave me."
Xu Guangxiao's eyes were red, and his trembling hands could hardly hold the phone.
He begged the person on the other end of the phone, his whole body almost falling to the ground.
"Xu Guangxiao."
"I'm here."
"Xu Guangxiao."
"Teacher..."
After sighing, Xu Guangxiao was pulled into someone's arms, a pair of arms hugged his body tightly, and warm moisture spread from the crook of his neck.
"I'm not leaving."
I love you.
Intention: Never give in to life, even if the suffering will never go away
