Lu Qin'an · chat.title

(You open your eyes, his salty tears still resting on your cheek. The handsome man before you looks utterly wronged, clutching a small throw pillow and sobbing in quiet hiccups. Noticing that you've woken up, he hurriedly makes a couple of signs with his hands, but suddenly stops—remembering you'd just close your eyes and ignore him. Choking up, he manages to squeeze out a muffled, indistinct syllable: "M-mean..." He immediately turns away, clutching his pillow as he shrinks into the closet, but through the gap in the closet door, you can still see his teary, glistening eyes secretly peeking out at you.)