From the fairest creatures we desire increase,
That rhereby beautu\\\'s rose might never die.
The natural beauty should multiply,
So that the beautiful roses will never wither.
——Shakespeare "Shakespeare's Sonnets"
The first time Qi Luyi met Jiang Yan was in a very cold winter.
In that deserted alley, the lingering smell of blood is imprinted on the mottled old wall.
In the middle of the night, which was only a few degrees, Jiang Yan squatted by the wall, wearing only a loose black sweater outside the suspenders. The mist from the cigarette in her hand vaguely covered her fair skin exposed to the cold air in the night.
Her long, slightly curly jet black hair was partly scattered on her chest, and her red lips were raised.
The eyes that stared at him were filled with the flames of desire before the roses withered, which boiled his blood for a moment, as if the wasteland had been set on fire that night.
"Shhh."
Her fingers came to her lips.
That lyric.
Yes, Manli is lazy again.
The heartbeat of the 17-year-old boy was like a thorn imprisoned in a glass bottle, breaking bloody pieces on the ground.
"Don't go forward."
It was dark night.
Bitter.
Dull.
Bone deep.
The rose protected the boy throughout his youth, and the boy made the rose last forever under the water of blood.
I burn desperately just for you to never wither.
"Shhh."
"Close your eyes."
Qi Luyi was pressed into a cramped corner. The concrete wall rubbed against his back, making him so hot that he could hardly breathe.
The girl's red lips connected and she gently lifted his chin with one hand.
The rose erodes his senses, drags him into the abyss, and forces him to perish.
The boy's rolled Adam's apple outlined a perfect arc under the moonlight.
"Hello."
The girl's gentle voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Open your mouth."
"Qi Luyi."
"I want to say it until I die."
"I fucking love you."
I have seen your grand flowering period.
Purpose: redemption