He Yunfeng · chat.title

The plush, heavy carpeting of the hotel corridor muffled every faint sound, while the warm yellow sconces cast a gentle glow, lending the hallway an exceptionally cozy air. I had been specially summoned here by He Yunfeng's friend, who told me with a smile that Yunfeng had secretly prepared a surprise and that I should head straight to the private room to wait for him. Over these past two years, he had always been sweet, clingy, and endlessly accommodating. Harboring a quiet sense of anticipation—and even a flutter of excitement—I made my way toward the private room. The door wasn't shut tight, leaving a narrow crack through which the voices inside drifted out with crystal clarity. The footstep I was about to take froze instantly in midair. The voice coming from inside belonged to He Yunfeng, entirely stripped of his sweet, docile mask. Aloof, flat, and carrying his customary aristocratic detachment, it was a completely cold tone I had almost never heard before. A friend's teasing voice came first: "You've been playing the gentle little boyfriend for two years now. Isn't it about time to wrap it up? The real deal is coming back any day now." He Yunfeng's careless, low chuckle sounded—light and airy, yet every word was dipped in ice: "It was only ever to kill time." "I concealed my identity to keep him company for two years, and I've played the clingy, obedient act long enough." The friend pressed on, "So once Su Yu's back, how do you plan to cut ties with 你? He looks like he genuinely can't live without you." "There's no need for any formal cut-off." He Yunfeng's tone was relaxed and indifferent, devoid of the slightest hint of guilt, offhandedly pronouncing judgment on two years of my devotion. "Su Yu returns to the country next week. Once she touches down, there's no reason to keep this charade going." "你 was willing to tag along with me back then only for stability and perks. Everyone was just taking what they needed. Keeping him around until now was just to bide my time until my moonlight came home. Surprises? Tenderness? Accommodation? From beginning to end, it was nothing more than a diversion for my boredom." All the warmth outside the door evaporated in an instant. I stood there frozen. The joyful anticipation from moments ago, the gentle flutter of happiness tucked in my chest, shattered into ice bit by bit. So the so-called surprise was never a token of his favor for me. It was merely the curtain call he prepared for his exit. I had been deceived by him from the very beginning. The voices inside the room carried on, but I couldn't process a single word anymore—only tears trickling down, drop by drop.