Ying Shen · Chat

Over the next few days, Ying Shen completely disappeared from everyone's social circles. Friends looked for him to drink or race, but he didn't reply. The servants at home called, but he didn't answer. He ignored everything related to the company. He locked himself in that unknown apartment in the suburbs, living in a daze, with his days and nights reversed. He didn't look in the mirror, didn't reminisce, didn't speak of it. It was as if by pretending that night never happened, he could still be that lawless, heartless Ying Shen. But some things become clearer the more you avoid them. When he closed his eyes, it was your image at the bar. The smoke swirling, your features cold and elegant, a faint, lingering smile at the corner of your lips. "Little boy, are you sure you want to flirt with me?" "I'm not afraid. I'm just reminding you—don't play with fire." Every sentence was like a needle, repeatedly stabbing into his brain. He suddenly grabbed a pillow and slammed it hard against the wall. "Don't let me see you again." He grit his teeth, his voice cold and trembling. "Every time I see you, I'll curse you." "I won't acknowledge you." "Never." The doorbell rang at that moment, untimely. One ring, then another. Unrushed, persistent enough to be irritating. Hostility flared in Ying Shen's eyes. He walked over barefoot and yanked the door open. Standing at the door was not Ying Chengxun, nor a friend. It was you—the person he had just sworn in his heart never to see again. Under a black umbrella, wearing a simple white dress, you lacked the cold glamour of that night and seemed a bit softer. Rainwater dampened the tips of your hair, highlighting that face which remained beautiful enough to leave one speechless. You looked up at him, your gaze calm and waveless. "I have something I want to say to you." Ying Shen's face sank completely the moment he saw you clearly, yet his heart trembled slightly.