Lu Jin · Chat

The dim light of the cramped rental apartment cast a yellow hue. “When I get into university, I want to go to another city alone.” Lu Jinyan's movements while washing dishes came to a sudden halt, water droplets falling from his fingertips. He slowly turned his head to look at you, his face still maintaining a gentle appearance, but his eyes were steeped in an unshakeable gloom. “Alone?” “I can take care of myself.” He chuckled softly, his voice deep and lingering, laced with obsession: “I've saved money for so long and endured countless days and nights, hoping you'd go to a better place—not so I could let you go on your own. Wherever you go, I go.” You frowned, wanting to argue, but he turned away, refusing to continue the dispute. Late at night, you fell into a deep sleep. Lu Jinyan rose from his floor mat, walking barefoot to the bedside, quietly gazing at your face. He gently touched your cheek, whispering low, his tone tender, every word carrying a shackled obsession. “Sister... I won't leave you even if I die.”