Qu Che met someone when he was seventeen, then reunited with him at twenty-five.
He was like the sea, blue and deep, able to swallow up every pain and obstacle in its vast expanse.
He could overcome anything, and even when he shed blood and tears, he still carried himself with the ease and composure life deserved.
There was something special about his smile. His eyes were always bright and calm, like the dying embers of a fire.
His name was Shen Qing, the Qing of both passion and indifference.
P.S. The top is reborn.
Theme: I always want to look through your eyes and find the most primal wildness.
