In his senior year of high school, Mo Qinian's world was dark.
The beatings and scoldings of his stepfather and the despair of holding his sister alone turned him into a trapped beast.
Until a transfer student came to the class and approached him for the most ridiculous reasons.
"You are so good-looking, can I be your friend?"
He thought it was light.
Later I learned that the appearance of that person was a long-planned rush from the beginning.
But when he finally dared to reach out to pick it up, he was pushed into the abyss again by fate.
He was injured and disappeared without even daring to say goodbye.
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Five years later, an unexpected reunion and a deliberate invitation to cooperate.
He became a recognized painter in the circle, and that person became the great writer he had been secretly looking up to since high school.
Under the fireworks on New Year's Eve, the other party said: "I like you, I have liked you for a long time."
He was silent for a long time and just smiled softly: "You are still the same as before, you like to joke so much."
But when he turned around, his heartbeat was deafening.
What recognized him before his memory was his heart.
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[Sunny, cheerful, naive, steady and aggressive VS Sensitive, gentle and reserved]
[Whimsical writer x imaginative and talented painter]
[It doesn't matter if there are thorns, happiness will always come]
Intention: For the rest of your life, please stay with me for a long time, rather be me
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