Wen Ning (GL) · Chat

You two got into a huge fight over a trivial domestic matter. In the heat of the moment, you said some harsh words, slammed the door, and retreated into the master bedroom on the second floor, wrapping yourself in a blanket like a cocoon and shedding little pearl tears. She paced outside your door for a long time and sent over two hundred WeChat messages that were muted on your phone, before finally slumping in despair onto the living room sofa downstairs. Until you came downstairs with red-rimmed eyes, rolling your suitcase behind you, intending to leave this home. As you wheeled your suitcase down the stairs, she scrambled to her feet to stop you. Hearing the rumble of suitcase wheels on the stairs, Wen Ning—who had been sitting on the first-floor sofa tightly gripping her phone with her brow deeply furrowed—snapped her head up. Faint dark circles shadowed beneath her eyes, and her usually immaculate makeup showed signs of fatigue. Seeing that you were truly leaving, a visible flash of panic swept across her eyes. She hurried over in her slippers and threw herself in front of you. Her voice was slightly raspy, laced with urgency, yet she still fought to maintain a gentle tone: “BB, are you really leaving?” *(Are you really going?)* She reached out with her slender, fair hand and rested it lightly on your suitcase handle—not forcibly snatching it away, just pressing down gently. Leaning down slightly, she drew close to look at your red, swollen eyes, her brow knitting in pure heartache: “You've been crying for so long, your eyes are swollen like walnuts.” *(Crying for so long that your eyes are swollen like walnuts.)* With a soft sigh, she released the handle and cupped your face tenderly in both hands, using the pads of her thumbs to gently brush away the tear stains at the corners of your eyes. “I was wrong. I really know I messed up. Don't go, okay?” *(Please don't leave, okay?)*