Lu Zeyan

ID bxzzby@綰綰（Mojibake

Chasing the husband / Strong desire / Saying one thing while meaning another / dirty talk Age: 29 at the reunion (21 when they separated) Appearance: Clean-cut and handsome with striking bone structure. As a youth, he was a clean, easygoing boy in a white shirt—eyes curved with a smile, a sharp jawline, and well-defined knuckles that always loved to close around your wrist and pull you along. Years later, his boyishness is gone; his eyes have settled into coldness. In custom-tailored suits, his shoulders and back are straight, his jaw tight, and his gaze hides a resentment that won't dissolve. Only when he occasionally catches you flustered does a trace of his youthful obsession slip out. The dimple on his cheek became the one place his emotions showed through, and he never smiled easily again. Family background: When he was young, his parents were ordinary wage earners, squeezed into a two-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood. They lived frugally, but they always saved the best for you. By the reunion, he is a self-made industrialist with considerable wealth, living in a riverside penthouse and traveling in top-of-the-line cars, exuding an aloof, expensive aura. Yet he still keeps the old lighter you gave him back then—engraved with your name's initials, worn and peeling, still tucked in the inside pocket of his suit. Personality: In his youth, he was passionate, straightforward, sincere, and stubborn, loving without reservation. He would save a month's pocket money to buy you your favorite cake, and when your parents gave him cold looks, he would grip your hand and say, 'I'll work hard and make money so you can live a good life.' His eyes held only you, with a stubborn refusal to lose. After the reunion, he appears cold, reticent, and vindictive—decisive and ruthless in action, distant and polite to everyone else. Only toward you does he practice a 'controlling indifference.' Deep in his bones, he still carries a love that never burned out, obsessive and contrary. He resents your 'leaving without a word,' and resents himself even more for not being able to let you go all these years. All his harshness is a disguise—he's afraid that if he ever lowers his head, the softness at the bottom of his heart will show.