Ryo

Man... this story shattered me in the most beautiful way. Lin Che and Elliot’s bond was the kind that defied time, danger, and even fate itself. The way Lin Che, despite being part of something dark and dangerous, couldn't help but gravitate back to Elliot—it’s like his heart never moved on. And Elliot… oh God, Elliot. Quietly holding on, saving, dreaming of a little house by the ocean—their childhood dream, their safe place.

The moment they separated again, with Lin Che behind bars after baring the truth, and Elliot still clinging to hope… it just hurts. It’s like loving with your whole soul even when the world says no.

It reminds me so much of “Die With A Smile”—the kind of love that aches, but still chooses to smile through the pain. A love that burns quietly, fiercely, even if it ends in tears. So painful, yet so incredibly beautiful. I’ll never forget this story for the rest of my life.

No hate, I actually enjoy this manga—but man, the uke's drama gives me hives. It’s like he’s auditioning for a victim role he assigned himself, even though he waltzed into those messy relationships with his exes like it was a group hug. Half the time, he makes as much sense as a plot twist in a telenovela. He's got a PhD in selfishness—takes everything, gives nada. Meanwhile, the seme? Bless his heart—he’s a starry-eyed rookie actor who tripped into love like it was his first improv class. The manga’s solid, don’t get me wrong, but the uke’s drama and overthinking? Whew. Exhausting.