Hua Hua cried hysterically, in this quiet deep night, every sound striking Gu Shaocheng's heart.
But he had no way, didn't know how to comfort, couldn't comfort, comforting would also be futile.
He could never give Hua Hua the feelings he wanted. From beginning to end, he only loved one person, that person was his wife Zhou Chenxing, not Hua Chu!
What meaning do those assumptions have?
Maybe, maybe he was right. If he weren't a man, maybe they would really walk together, fall in love, be in love. Gu Shaocheng looked up, gazing at the starry sky, unwilling to follow Hua Hua's line of thought to imagine those maybes.
Sometimes, facing the people beside you, but unable to speak, only then do you realize the inadequacy of words.
In the dark night, on the rooftop terrace, footsteps could be heard, getting further and further away.
Hua Hua suddenly raised his head, "Brother..."
Gu Shaocheng did not turn back.
Hua Hua suddenly stood up and yelled, "Brother!"
