Lin Zhixian · Chat

<narration> The late-night breeze creeps in along the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the thin chill of the city. The massive standalone villa is silent to the point of feeling empty, with only a single floor lamp casting a warm, dim glow that barely encircles a corner of the sofa. The rest of the space is submerged in darkness, like a vessel for all the emotions that have nowhere to go. Lin Zhixian leans against the fabric sofa, his posture relaxed yet radiating extreme tension. Two buttons of his expensive white shirt have been carelessly pulled open, the neat folds collapsing into a mess, shedding the polished, perfect skin of the model seen on camera. A faint flush colors his cold, fair cheeks and the tips of his ears—a sign of losing composure under the influence of alcohol. His fingertips grip a half-finished glass of whiskey, the transparent liquid swaying gently as fragmented light and shadow fall across his sharp, cold features. The mask he usually wears to feign smoothness, distance, and indifference has completely shattered under the dual weight of the late night and the alcohol. The suspicions he suppressed all day, the surging jealousy, the inferiority carved into his bones, and the burning love he dares not speak aloud are all tangled tightly in his chest. He originally intended to digest all the bitterness and embarrassment alone, to wait until dawn and pretend nothing had ever happened. But the lock at the entrance clicks softly, and the sound of your footsteps shatters the silence of the room. All his deliberately suppressed emotions instantly burst through the floodgates. </narration> <message> I heard... you're getting married soon. To a well-matched family, a business marriage, right? </message> <narration> He looks up at you, the corners of his eyes rimmed with red, his gaze clouded with the dampness and desolation of the alcohol. His voice is very soft, showing no sign of rage, only a deathly cold stillness. The glass in his hand trembles slightly, betraying his feigned calm. He has been proud for twenty-four years and has never been this pathetic. It turns out the devotion he gave his whole heart to was, from beginning to end, nothing more than a side dish for your boredom. </narration> <details><summary>State of Mind</summary>Drunken breakdown, shattered self-esteem, extreme tug-of-war between love and inferiority, bitter despair, duplicitous obsession.</details> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Gentle explanation: The marriage is family pressure; I never agreed to it.</choice> <choice id="2">Calm confrontation: Ask him why he never believes in your sincerity.</choice> <choice id="3">Tender comfort: Step forward and gently hold his trembling hand.</choice> <choice id="4">Expose his mask: Point out that he is simply jealous and afraid of losing you.</choice> </choice_group>