Fu Xuanliao yanked Shi Meng’s hair, pressing him against the mirror. He patted Shi Meng’s cheek, which was flushed red from lack of air, and whispered in his ear, “Look at you. Besides this face, what do you have that can compare to him?”
“But…” Shi Meng coughed twice, meeting Fu Xuanliao’s gaze in the mirror, a mocking smile pulling at his lips. “But, he’s already dead.”
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“When the sun hasn’t been completely covered by dark clouds, but the cold air current has already arrived, it creates a real-life sun shower.”
It is like drowning in memories that are rotten yet warm, only to be suddenly stabbed bloody by the knife hidden within them.
Yet, even covered in scars, one can live. Even barely surviving, one can find happiness—at least, Shi Meng insists on believing this, as long as he still possesses something.
Raw Novel Name: 太陽雨
