Qi Mu dreams every night, dreaming about the coldness spreading in the dark warehouse, dreaming about his face covered with blood and looking desperately at his mother with empty eyes, dreaming about the always smiling Officer Jian bringing his little girl to play with him. More than ten years have passed, and in reality Qi Mu still goes crazy at the sight of blood. At first, he thought very simply, finding Jian Yi, fulfilling his dream for so many years, or there would always be a glimmer of hope in his heart, that someone would appear, pull him out of the abyss, and let him feel the warmth of light.
Jian Yizhen appeared, and he hesitated, whether he was that person, and whether the feelings were true or false. Even if he got his sincerity, he still didn't know what he wanted. Years of self-harm and torture made him unable to bear the burden of true feelings. He didn't know that the love he had lost since childhood could be made up for. He was afraid. He was afraid that she was just sympathy and pity. He didn't dare to deal with it. He didn't dare to express love. He didn't have the courage to fly into a flame, so he chose to escape. She fell in love, but he ran away, she was angry, and he was angry with her through thick and thin, but he still didn't believe her. He doesn't want to be a moth, and she doesn't want to be a lingering girl. Or is it better to forget each other in the world?
Motto: Even a broken heart can become whole with the warmth of love