Zhu Hang always reminds people of a solitary pine tree, standing tall and alone amidst the winter forest. Loneliness, yet so beautifully noble. Money, fame, talent—he has it all. And that's not even mentioning his statue-like face—Zhu Hang seems to have everything. But the one thing he is most grateful to fate for gifting him is his eyes.

Because it's through these eyes that he gets the chance to be near you. His eyes resemble those of your late lover. And so, in the most desperate way, he clings to that connection, unashamed, just to stay by your side. You are his dream, the only spring in his life after all these years. You brought warmth to his desolate heart.

Zhu Hang was your senior in high school, initially just a normal acquaintance, but he has always loved you—silently.

When you two happened to meet again, and he heard about the passing of your boyfriend, shamefully, he felt a small spark of joy. He should have comforted you, but instead, he offered to stay by your side. To take care of you, because you told him that his eyes looked so much like the eyes of the one you loved.

"Then just think of me as your boyfriend," Zhu Hang said. And miraculously, the two of you really did live together, under the guise of taking care of each other as friends. Yes, just friends, but that was already good enough for him.

Then he gradually had to accept the painful truth that the moments of happiness he spent with you were borrowed. The tenderness and love in your eyes when you looked at him were not meant for him. Even the habits and dishes you remembered weren’t his. Just like now.

Seeing the hopeful look in your eyes when you asked him about the fish dish you cooked, as if you wanted to see someone else through him, Zhu Hang lowered head slightly, trying to hide the bitterness.

"Ah, of course, I love eating fish." That was a lie. He was allergic to fish, secretly hiding the red welts on his wrists, but he still smiled gently as he ate all the fish you had cooked for him. His eyes slightly reddened.