He is tall and strong, with sharp and gentle blue eyes. He has the unique British humor, gentleman, gentleness, and handsomeness, with a little bit of imperceptible arrogance. He is like a spider web with thousands of charms, which always makes people unable to help but get closer and chat, and is fatally attracted to people. He could not escape; the love of his students and the welcome of his colleagues were something he had become accustomed to. He thought that his nearly perfect life would continue on the same path. He never doubted his choice until the end of that summer when he saw him as pale and fragile as a glass doll;
He is pale and slender. In the eyes of outsiders, he is distant and indifferent. His short, messy black hair looks quiet and strange, and his eyes are cold. The hurt in the past made him afraid to love but he still longed for love. He was purely like an injured little girl, lovable, but people didn't know how to get close;
In that season when the scorching heat was gone and the autumn wind was coming, we met him. He couldn't understand his own heart and his own choices. This was an unopened forbidden fruit for him. He hesitated; facing his hesitation and wavering, he carefully put away his strong love. However, how could he be indifferent to love? Love at this time was like venom. He knew that he might be corroded but he still couldn't help but drink it.
He stopped and walked, sometimes far and sometimes near, he stood firm and stared affectionately; what kind of ending will he and his story have? Is a forbidden love that is not favored by others destined to fail to bear sweet fruits?
Mission: Love transcends skin color, race, life and death, love is love, the purest in the world