Jiang Jianqing
That year, I was twenty years old and he was twenty-eight. In Jing Weiyang's box, the light could not penetrate the darkness, and through the heavy smoke and clouds, it was like being submerged in a pool of ink destined to be unclear. My mind was bright, but my eyesight was blinded.
From his eyes, I saw the coldness that tempered the bones and the hotness that oozed blood. The encounter was unexpected, and the attraction was unavoidable. I knew I couldn't do it, but I did it, not just for him, but also for the part that I regarded as love.
During those days and nights we spent together, I woke up in a trance at dawn. A trace of crimson light penetrated through the cracks in the curtains. His hair was ruffled by his breath, and it crossed my cheeks with the frequency of my breathing. In those misty itches, I admitted that I had fantasized about exceptions and eternity.
Later, I knew that he loved me, and maybe his love for me was really different from that for others.
Unfortunately, I love him too.
Love can make people grow weaknesses and armor at the same time, but love can also make people see their own shortcomings. I couldn't give him anything more than love, and in the end all I could do was let him go.
From then on, there were many different roads between the north and the south. You went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin.
Xu Yunsheng
I never felt humble until I met her.
In the autumn rain in Beicheng, she jumped into my world holding an umbrella. In the misty rain, the edge of her umbrella tentatively passed over my head. She didn't mean to do it, but I went too far and wanted to borrow an umbrella from her to block the rainy season of my life.
Qingqing, I have been alone all my life, and the thunderstorm of fate has never stopped for me. I never pity or hurt myself, but this time, can you have mercy on me.
Concept: Overlord, redemption, growth, love