On a thunderstorm afternoon, bed No. 6 In the hospital was empty.
Qiu Gong, the albino boy who was as clean and polite as a porcelain doll, chose the most decisive way to leave.
In the relic box, half a page of a suicide note licked by the tongue of fire lay quietly.
The first words are gentle, describing the luck of being born with a flaw but being favored - his parents who love him and his cool sister Qiu Ling who protects him like a treasure.
Also write down a name: Yan Haishi. They were born on the same day, and their names come from the fate of "the bright moon rises on the sea, and we share this moment in the world".
Until the remains of the suicide note, a drop of ink and a name, an unsolvable curse:
"Why did I fall in love with Zheng Zaiqi?"
"Inaction leads to the wrong road, and children share the same fate" - this poem seems to have been prophesied long ago.
His name is Qiu Gong. The person he fell in love with was named Zai Qi.
We meet on different roads, is it fate? Is it a calamity?
What is even more heart-shaking is the final "rush" he left behind:
The body donation form clearly stated - Medical University, Mr. Zheng received it.
When the doctor read out the name seriously: "The one who was admitted to the hospital? The only son of the Zheng family..."
The question mark drawn by Qiu Gong with his life and broken body pointed pointedly at the proud man of heaven:
Zheng Zaiqi.
Are you his crossroads, or are you the bright moon that he cannot reach even in his lifetime?
What kind of heart-burning secrets and despair are buried in that burned suicide note?
——On the crossroads, we share this towel. He used death to question a love that was not allowed.
Intention: Emotional destination
