"They say loving you is a disease, but my medical record only has your name written on it."
At the age of seventeen, beside the basketball court, the sun reflected a rainbow through the mineral water bottle. Lu Hanfeng remembered the shadow cast by Tang Zicheng's eyelashes when he lowered his head. From studying side by side in the library to interlocking fingers in the haunted house, they carefully collected every heart-beating moment like collecting fragile starlight.
Until that rainy night, the stars shattered.
The night when Tang Zicheng was taken away, the rain washed away Lu Hanfeng's shouts into pieces. Nine months later, when the familiar figure appeared again, Lu Hanfeng's outstretched hand was met with the other person's frightened retreat - there were no stars dancing in Tang Zicheng's eyes.
Ten years is enough for a boy to grow gray hair.
A thick injury identification report was locked in Lu Hanfeng's drawer, and a blood-stained hospital gown was hidden deep in Tang Zicheng's wardrobe. One of them was running and shouting in the sunshine, the other was fighting nightmares in the darkness. The old cat named "Orange" is still stubbornly guarding the door, waiting for the two owners to look at each other and smile like before.
When the truth finally breaks through the disguised calm:
- An unchanging declaration of love in the electroshock chamber
- The temperature of hugging and crying in the ward late at night
- Trembling but firm testimony in court
- "I love you" that I finally dare to say out loud under the sun
"Look, does our shadow look like a tree?"
"It's an orange tree." Tang Zicheng said softly, "The kind that grows up in the cold wind."
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