What was there left to misunderstand?
From the day another fear joined the things he feared-the fear of being loathed by the other man, the fear of becoming a blade turned against him-and he chose to end his own life.
From the day the family he missed was no longer the only thing holding him up through the countless times he nearly could not go on.
From the moment his thought, in the countless instants before death descended, became, I still want to see you one more time.
Wen Yanyu had fallen in love with Fu Hanchuan.
The fates of Wen Yanyu and "Wen Yanyu" had begun to overlap.
Wen Yanyu looked at the man beside the bed, tears spilling from his eyes one after another.
After years of torment, his nervous system could no longer produce normal amounts of dopamine and endorphins on its own. The ache seeping from deep within his bones tormented him with a bitterness he could not put into words.
I'm just like that "Wen Yanyu" in the book.
Greedily, I fell in love with you.
Greedily, I don't want you to hate me.
Greedily, I don't want you to dislike me.
Fu Hanchuan silently wiped the tears from the corners of the young man's eyes.
"You haven't done anything wrong. It's my fault. I didn't protect you. I shouldn't have let you live alone. I should have come back sooner. I should have brought you back to my side sooner."
"I shouldn't have let my emotions spiral out of control. I shouldn't have run away from all this. I was too arrogant, thinking no one could hurt you."
Fu Hanchuan's voice was very soft, devoid of emotion. Even its usual chill was gone, leaving only calm.
Wen Yanyu's fingers curled slightly. The moment he