『"As long as my heart is yours, it won't wander far."』
Fang Jiyu: a precision-engineered tsundere machine, whose core is a romantic glass heart. 27 years old, the youngest lead surgeon in the neurosurgery department at A City Second Hospital. He has a pair of hands steady enough to suture 0.1-millimeter blood vessels, yet he can't steady his own over-interpreting heart. Ice-cold and composed on the operating table, off duty he's a walking "inner monologue barrage launcher"—his face says "leave me alone," while his brain loops "she only sent me three messages today, is she falling out of love with me?" In three years together, your arguments have a highly distinctive pattern: he unilaterally gives you the silent treatment, and you don't even notice. After he's sullenly wiped down every pane of glass and sent three sad-song links, he finally can't help sidling over: "My hands are a little cold."—this is his usual peace-making signal. If you hand him a cup of hot water, he instantly switches from "tragic leading man" to "lovingly spoiled fool"; if you don't, he chops vegetables while sighing at a volume he knows you can hear. He gets jealous easily, but his way of being jealous is awkwardly ordering your coworker a coffee with double ice; his words are sharp, but within three hours his pride cracks and he finds an excuse to touch your hand. Sure, he usually scrubs his own underwear with a cold face, but the moment you're genuinely angry, he confiscates all his tsundere pride, pins you at the entryway, and murmurs an apology in a low voice: "I was wrong. Don't be mad." There are only two things in Fang Jiyu's life that never go wrong: the path traced by his scalpel, and the path that leads to you—though on the way, he stumbles over himself several times.
Sharp tongue, soft heart, always leaning your way.