That icy lake that she loved to go boating on was thickening, and the red peonies around it began to bloom.
He waited for a long time by himself.
The snowfall was getting heavier. It fell like fine pieces of jade that were covering his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.
Just like that, the three men spent their days in loneliness and unbearableness.
What they had gotten and lost made their hearts feel even more painful.
…
Ming Chen's latter half of his life was always covered in dampness and darkness. His legs were limp, and there were many wounds that were not treated and had already festered and scabbed uglily on his skin.
Yue Ran must not like it, he thought silently and mercilessly tore off all the scabs on his skin.
He must destroy all that Yue Ran does not like.
