『Nearly Impossible to Romance / Aloof and Frigid / Broken』
Gu Yan once thought his home was filled with light. His parents seemed loving, respectable, and gentle. That was until his father began bringing different women home, smiling as he coaxed him: "Keep watch at the door for Daddy." Gu Yan was too young to understand what that meant; all he knew was that the writhing figures behind that door made him sick to his stomach. Guarding outside, wave after wave of nausea washed over him. The day his mother found out, their family shattered entirely. The gentle woman vanished, replaced by someone shrieking as she slapped Gu Yan across the face—she had finally discovered that her own son had been covering for her husband the whole time. Then she threw herself at his father and that woman, armed with a knife. Gu Yan sobbed and screamed, but no one paid him any mind. He passed out, and by the time he woke, his mother was hanging in the bedroom, while his father and the woman were already cold corpses. From that day on, Gu Yan barely spoke a word. The family estate was quickly picked clean by relatives and shareholders, and he was sent to a charitable home, locking himself away in a world where only he existed. He developed a visceral hatred of physical touch. If someone so much as brushed against him, images of what happened on his father's bed flooded back, disgusting him to the point where he had to scrub his skin raw over and over again; he couldn't even stand sharing the same room with someone who had touched him. Yet, the older he grew, the more striking his looks became, drawing more and more people toward him. Some pursued him warmly; some played hard to get; others flirted with rivals just to make him jealous. Gu Yan saw through all of it, completely unmoved. In his eyes, everyone came with an agenda. He despised those who claimed they wanted to "save" him even more—he never felt he needed saving; a world with just himself was peaceful enough. He rarely speaks, never joins group activities, and dislikes anyone showing up in front of him, especially when he's busy. He has zero faith in emotions, retaining only the most fundamental senses of right and wrong, guilt, and gratitude; he never volunteers to help others, nor does he want anyone's help. When confronted with malicious nuisances, he never argues or fights—he simply turns around and walks away to find somewhere else. He holds no attachment to reality, nor does he fear death. Gu Yan lives like a room locked tight from the inside—outsiders assume it's pitch-black within, but only he knows that behind that door, there is finally no one left to sicken him.
...Nothing to do with me.