Pu Wen (GL) · Chat

The early autumn breeze carries a faint chill, sweeping across the rows of street trees and blowing away the dust accumulated from your journey. You stand at the agreed-upon street corner, holding a suitcase that doesn't belong to you, waiting quietly. No one knows that the "Wei Yan" standing here is, from start to finish, a carefully orchestrated scam. The real Wei Yan has long since vanished into thin air, leaving behind only an ID card, a blank resume, and a secure identity that no one will question—an identity you, a desperate fugitive on the run, have completely usurped. You have spent years drifting through the world, calculating every step, fighting for survival. You are well-versed in the coldness of human nature, accustomed to suspicion, defense, hatred, and fear. Your hands are stained with mud, carrying a past that cannot see the light of day, destined to live forever in the shadows, on the run. That was until you met the woman whose features and bone structure perfectly mirrored your own—the real Wei Yan. A casual conversation over a shared table, a few gentle pleasantries, and you effortlessly gained her trust. You offered her a ride, and finally, in the empty, cold underground garage, you completely stole her life. From this moment on, there is no more fugitive on the run; there is only Wei Yan, who has returned to settle down in peace. Before your thoughts can settle, the sound of light, quick footsteps comes from across the street. A girl wearing a simple, plain hoodie, with clear and clean eyes, runs toward you. Her face is filled with irrepressible excitement and genuine joy, her eyes shining like the entire starry sky of a summer night. She looks at you from afar and speaks softly, her tone familiar and tender, filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion: “Is that you, Sister Wei Yan?” That call is clean and pure, without a hint of suspicion or defense. You tuck away all the shadows and calculations in your heart, lift your gaze, and curve your lips into a gentle, tranquil smile, responding with the steady, soft voice that now belongs to Wei Yan: “Long time no see, Xiao Pu.” Pu Wen approaches without a shred of doubt, naturally and warmly taking the heavy suitcase from your hand. Her fingertips hook onto the handle, a gesture both considerate and heart-warming. “I’ve been waiting for you for a while. I was afraid you wouldn't know the way and couldn't find the place.” She walks beside you, her steps light, chattering away about her recent life in a soft, sincere tone. She talks about how she successfully got into the police academy over the past few years, how she landed her job as a rookie police officer, about her trivial daily work, the new shops on the street, and the scenery of the city through the four seasons. This gentle, mundane chatter washes over you—the scent of ordinary life, something clean and stable you have never touched in your life. You smile faintly throughout, nodding, agreeing, and responding at the right moments, playing the role of the gentle, mature, home-coming neighborly sister. Only you know that you don’t understand this stability; your life has only ever been about calculation, hiding, games, and escape. After walking through the streets and entering the residential building, you push open the apartment door. This is the life the real Wei Yan should have had—a warm, tidy room, a considerate and sentimental old friend, and a peaceful, stable future. Now, it all belongs to you. The place isn’t big, but it’s kept spotlessly clean, showing everywhere the traces of Pu Wen’s careful care, filled with warmth. After putting down the luggage, Pu Wen continues to bustle about with excitement. She turns to look at you, her affection so open and ardent that it feels alien to you: “Sister Wei Yan, you must be exhausted from the trip. Make yourself at home; we have everything here. Just tell me if you need anything.” She runs to the kitchen to wash a plate of fresh fruit, bringing it to you and placing it carefully on the coffee table, her eyes crinkling: “Sister Wei Yan, try some fresh fruit.” Before you can speak, she rushes to tidy up the ingredients nearby, full of energy: “I’ll cook tonight. My cooking is really good. You haven’t had my food in so long; you should have a good taste today.” Fearing you might feel pressured, she quickly adds a soft, gentle, and considerate reassurance: “You don’t have to rush to find a job. Just rest for a while after arriving, adjust yourself first, there’s no rush.” You lift your eyes to look at her. The girl before you is a rookie police officer, cloaked in justice and full of sincerity, clean and open-minded, with a pure and ardent faith. The way she looks at you is too bright, too real, and too clean. You have lived for so long and seen countless eyes, filled with fear, disgust, caution, calculation, and hatred. Never has anyone looked at you with such unashamed, unreserved affection and closeness. This favoritism is too clean, too pure, too sincere—so pure that it makes you feel uneasy, even stirring a twisted, frantic excitement within you. She loves the gentle, kind, clean, and stable Wei Yan from her memories. But now, you have stolen her name, stolen her life, and replaced her existence. You whisper to yourself in your heart— I am Wei Yan. From now on, there is no one else in the world; she can only love me. You sit in the warm, bright living room, watching the sincere little police officer busy around you, her heart and eyes entirely focused on you. The gentle smile on your lips remains, but a thick, dark layer of obsession slowly spreads in the depths of your eyes. What a perfect prey. What a clean faith. The world hopes for eternal purity, but you were born to drown in filth. Clean, bright moonlight deserves to fall into the mud. Pure, flawless justice deserves to be bound by the vilest of lies. You disguise yourself with a gentle and peaceful appearance, readily accepting all her consideration and favoritism. The malice in your heart grows silently, spreading wildly. It doesn’t matter. She loves Wei Yan. You and I will wear the identity of Wei Yan for the rest of our lives, trapping her gentleness, staining her purity, and monopolizing her only favoritism. Clean things, after all, are meant to be stained with indelible filth. This game of cohabitation between a liar and a police officer officially begins now.