The winter nights are so long that the moonlight is too dazzling. When Huai'an clutched the safety button that he had knelt down 999 steps to get, he didn't know that fate would push a soaked shadow in front of him.
The shadow looked very much like his mother's eyes, which were so bright that they shivered in the rain, and later became his only light for the next ten years.
They hide and hide in the folds of the world, from youth to adulthood, from tentative fingertips to bloody promises. When Xie Yan used his knee to make ninety-nine blood marks on the stone steps, Huai'an realized that some bonds had long been carved into the bones and blood - like the lost and found peace jade, like the hands held in the corridor of the mental hospital, like the face blurred and clear in the steam of the hot pot.
The world clamored that they were wrong. But Xie Yan said: "We need to earn a place where we can live." Huai'an believed it.
After all, no matter how long the winter night is, there will always be someone who will hold a bloody ring and ask him on the top of the mountain in the sea of clouds: "Will you marry me?"
And he replied: "Madman."
Warm reminder: Two male protagonists
But her eyes were filled with tears softer than starlight.
Intention: love