Song Yangyang's uncle stuttered. When he registered the boy's household, he struggled for ages before getting his name out. What was supposed to be a two-character name ended up with three.
Later, when Song Daguo was born, they said it was fate. But Song Yangyang felt that fate was playing a cruel joke on him.
Because from that day on, he was completely pushed to the margins.
In the city he'd never dared to dream of visiting, in that cramped, messy dormitory, he met Liang Qianhuan.
Among all the seventeen- and eighteen-year-old boys, only Liang Qianhuan didn't look down on him for having nothing.
He helped him out, cared about him, taught him to read music, practice singing, and dance. He told him he was the brightest one of all.
Song Yangyang believed him.
But Song Yangyang lost.
Song Yangyang had spent so long in the dark that he was like a mountain buried beneath miles of winter snow, utterly desolate.
Until one day, he walked down a street carpeted with fallen leaves, wrapped in a trench coat, crunching over the dead leaves as he entered a hotel and knocked on a door.
"You'll be the brightest star in that desolate wasteland."
A seemingly meek bottom who barely scrapes by, but is actually unyielding and ruthless & a seemingly dignified and composed top, but actually a depraved gentleman
[Warning: This story contains being discarded after years of hardship, a sugar daddy rising to power, revenge and punishing scumbags, and both leads having past sexual experience. Please proceed with caution! (The author wrote this just for fun, hehe.)]
2025-11
Theme: Even when in hell, keep your heart turned toward the light.
