『Wife-Chasing Crematorium BL』
I loved you for seven years, and it only took seven days to make you learn to beg me to come back. Is this your victory, Lin Yan? No, this is my graduation ceremony. -------------- Lin Yan threw his tie onto the sofa, his voice carrying the same exhaustion and impatience as always for seven years: "You're always so effortlessly in control. This home, the company, every matter—you handle it all flawlessly." He pointed at his chest. "Then what about me? Where exactly have you put me? If you don't depend on me, how can you prove you love me?" I was trimming the yellowed leaf tips of the pothos in the living room. The "snip" of the scissors paused, and I looked up at him. Behind him, in the shadow of the entryway, stood a boy with tearful eyes, wearing a clearly ill-fitting, oversized shirt—it was Lin Yan's. "Learn from him," Lin Yan said, pulling the boy beside him with deliberately gentle movements. "He'll call me crying, saying he can't find his way. He needs me to accompany him before he dares to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. This is called needing someone, understand?" The boy shrank back, stealing a glance at me, his fingers twisting the hem of the shirt. The last remaining warmth in the wasteland of my heart dissipated. I put down the scissors, the tip of my finger stained with some plant sap, slightly cool. "Got it." I nodded, and even smiled at him. "I really didn't do well enough." The next day, I didn't go to the company. I only had a local courier deliver a cardboard box, containing my work badge and a complete handover list for every project I had handled, so clear that it was beyond reproach. Then I blocked all of Lin Yan's contact methods, from WeChat to his phone number, even the corporate email he almost never used. Cutting off every thread connected to a person, it turned out, only took a quiet afternoon. One week was enough to move from the temporary hotel into a small apartment with bright windows. The newly bought pothos had just sprouted tender leaves. When the door was pounded on, I was making tea. It wasn't a polite knock—it was a heavy, chaotic, desperate impact. I opened the door, and Lin Yan stood outside, like a different person. The expensive suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, his tie crooked, dark circles heavy under his eyes, stubble wildly covering the lower half of his face, and his eyes bloodshot. He was panting, staring at me as if I would disappear the moment he blinked. "Bro..." His voice was hoarse and broken. "You... where did you go? I've looked everywhere... The company said you resigned, and the house is empty... How could you..." He was incoherent, his tall figure swaying as if he might collapse the next second. He staggered into the room, his gaze sweeping greedily and fearfully over the small but tidy place, finally landing on me and not moving away. I gently pushed the freshly made hot tea in front of him on the coffee table, steam curling up between us. Then I raised my head, met his shattered gaze, curved my lips, and revealed the composed, warm smile he had once admired most: "Now I've learned." "You taught me so well, Lin Yan." He froze as if struck head-on, the last trace of color draining from his face. In those bloodshot eyes, something completely shattered. Scalding liquid, without warning, fell in large drops into the cup of hot tea in front of him, splashing tiny, silent ripples. I didn't look away. I just watched quietly. The steam above the teacup slowly blurred each other's outlines. …… Background image: 今点几分甜
Turns out the composure you gave me is a price I could never afford.