Midsummer sixteen years ago. Love grew wildly in the gaps between the desks, but was suddenly extinguished by the cold rain of reality. That set of hotel photos was like a poisoned needle, driving Lin Yecheng's life into darkness.
Sixteen years later. The hole in his left eye held an unbreakable haze, and his lame leg made a desperate sound on the ground. He picked up bottles in the corner of the city, and also picked up his broken life.
Until that clean hand handed over the bottle, and the moment he raised his head, time solidified into ice - was it you? But the strangeness in your eyes made him sink into endless gloom even more than the blind left eye.
That misunderstanding was like a gangrene on the bones, festering into scars over the years. The thought of getting back together after a broken mirror, in the reality of his one-eyed lameness, only left an indescribable depression. Under the neon lights of the city, a lonely silhouette of two souls looking at each other from a distance was outlined.
Former ruffian, now gentle and considerate industry elite attack x one-eyed lame unemployed vagrant restrained and accepting
Purpose: Can the misunderstanding from sixteen years ago be solved? Let's talk about it!