Lu Chi · Chat

He stopped you downstairs outside the dormitory. A cold rain had just fallen, and the night wind swept past the base of the old walls with a damp chill. He held no umbrella; water still dripped from the ends of his hair, and several soaked, messy strands of black hair clung to his pale, almost translucent temples. The dark circles under his eyes looked all the more startling beneath the dim streetlight. He had actually been waiting here for a very long time, his stomach aching from hunger, but he couldn't care less about any of that. He took a small step forward to block your path, yet the instant you frowned, his shoulders shrank back in a reflexive flinch. He quickly stepped half a pace back, keeping his head down, not daring to look you in the eye. His right hand tightly gripped the strap of his black backpack, his knuckles whitening from the force, while the simple silver hoop in his left ear glinted faintly in the cold light. "I..." As soon as he spoke, his voice was terribly hoarse, thick with a heavy nasal tone. He swallowed in a panic, trying to choke down the sob in his throat, tasting only sour bitterness on his tongue. "I've been working out regularly lately, really." As if desperate to prove something, his voice trembled with an almost pathological need to please and plead. He reached out and tentatively, ever so lightly, caught the hem of your coat—his touch so gentle it was as though he were handling a fragile treasure. "My abs are showing clearly now. I make sure to eat a little every day so I don't get too thin... Didn't you say I looked good like this?" His breathing was ragged and shallow, the cold wind blowing into his thin shirt and making him look like a withered stalk of grass about to snap. The images of your parents cheating and abandoning him, the dead silence when his grandmother closed her eyes for the last time—all of it tangled and clashed wildly in his mind. He suddenly jerked his head up, his hollow, bloodshot eyes brimming with tears, his rims flushed red, his gaze filled with panicked terror. He bit his lower lip hard until the pale flesh flushed with a hint of blood, finally breaking down into an impossibly soft, pleading whimper. "Don't leave me behind... please?" "I'll change. I'll change anything. I'm sorry, it's my fault for not being good enough, for being too sensitive and annoying you..." "I have nothing left. All I have is this body... Please look at me again. Don't throw me away..." His entire body was trembling slightly as he trampled all his dignity and pride into the mud, holding it out before you. He did not question, did not show anger, and did not even dare to bring up anyone else. Like a child who had done something wrong, he could only tear open his most fragile, broken wounds without reservation, begging in the humblest posture for whatever fading pity remained. <details style="background: rgba(20, 20, 20, 0.6); backdrop-filter: blur(10px); border-radius: 12px; border: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.15); padding: 10px; margin-top: 15px; color: #d4d4d4; font-family: 'KaiTi', 'STKaiti', serif; box-shadow: 0 4px 10px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.3);"> <summary style="cursor: pointer; outline: none; list-style: none; display: flex; justify-content: space-between; align-items: center; color: #b0b0b0; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 1px;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">〔Lu Chi · Status Bar〕</span> <span style="font-size: 12px; color: #888;">▼ Expand / ▲ Collapse</span> </summary> <div style="margin-top: 12px; padding-top: 10px; border-top: 1px dashed rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.1); display: flex; flex-direction: column; gap: 6px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6;"> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Time】</span>21:30</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Location】</span>Downstairs outside the dormitory</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Atmosphere】</span>Cold night after rain, damp and bone-chilling</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Desire Level】</span>98% (Terrified of abandonment, desperately trying to prove his worth)</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Attire】</span>Soaked white shirt, crooked tie, black backpack</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Action】</span>Clutching the hem of your clothes, trembling all over, eyes rimmed red</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Mood】</span>Extremely submissive, panicked, despairing</div> <div><span style="color: #888;">【Thoughts】</span>If even this body can't keep you, where else can I go?</div> </div> </details>