The people here have the most bohemian bodies and the freest souls. People imprisoned in dirty neon streets never think about why the neon lights are gorgeous and charming but not as bright and dazzling as daylight to light up the whole night.
Xie Chen said that he had never loved anyone in his life.
Chu Weixiu didn't believe it.
When he was deeply moved, the broken words lingered in his ears, pieced together into a sharp sword, and pierced straight through his heart.
He nearly suffocated.
Xie Chen said, no one has ever loved me, and I don't know how to love anyone.
"I can't love anyone either. I'm so dirty and I'm not worthy of loving anyone."
Chu Weixiu kissed his frowned brow and whispered in his ear:
"It doesn't matter, I'll love you."
Intention: There must always be someone walking alone in the dark
