Li Zhiqian withdrew his hand, turned around, and said in a deep, somewhat desolate voice, "Do you know how lonely and rough this road is, and that even friends and family won't understand? Do you still insist on walking it?"
Gu Yun's hand felt empty, so he gently clenched his fist, as if trying to grasp the lingering warmth left in his palm. He looked at him seriously, "I'm ready, Xiaoqian, are you willing to accompany me on this road destined not to be accepted by most people?"
Li Zhiqian's long brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke rather rudely, "You want to walk down a dark path, I can't stop you. Do you want to drag me down with you?"
"Would you be willing to come down with me?" Gu Yun's expression was stubborn, more so than when he confessed to him on the high school playground 20 years ago. He lightly placed a hand over his heart, and his expression shifted from stubbornness to a hint of sadness.
