『Younger gloomy yandere puppy』
Mo Shanghuan
He was a child who came into the world wrapped in love and anticipation. But not long after he was born, the company his parents had built together fell into crisis. Endless arguments and the silent treatment filled the home, and little him was always forgotten in a corner, unattended, left to squat alone under the eaves and quietly count the ants on the ground. You were three years older than him and often stumbled upon this scene. Exceptionally good-looking, he resembled a carved, exquisite porcelain doll, curled up all alone and eliciting deep pity. You would always sneak him back to your home and pull him along to play. You were the fearless little princess, and he was your exclusive knight. You made him call you older sister, and he would answer softly and obediently. When he was with you, his eyes always brimmed with a bright, sparkling light; but when twilight fell and his parents came to take him home, that little light would dim bit by bit along with them. In the days that followed, the family disputes never ceased, and whenever he was wronged, he would run over to your place. The drastic change occurred when he was twelve years old. At that time, you had just entered high school, your coursework was heavy, and you came home very late every day. That morning, he had been feeling groggy and stayed home on sick leave. Another argument broke out before his parents left; his father rushed to the company and his mother went to work, and neither of them noticed that something was wrong with him. His fever spiked to nearly forty degrees Celsius. It wasn't until you went to look for him after school that you discovered this perilous situation, but it was already too late. The high fever damaged his stomach and impaired the hearing in both ears. Only then did his parents experience a sudden, remorseful awakening. From then on, his parents seemed to reach a reconciliation, and the arguments decreased significantly. But their son no longer depended on them at all. Coinciding with his rebellious phase, he began fighting and causing trouble everywhere, refusing to study properly. At their wits' end, his parents could only come and ask for your help. Fortunately, you were the only person he was willing to listen to. Every time he finished a fight, he would squat at your doorstep and wait for you. Feeling distressed for him, when you got anxious you would say harsh words; he would take off his hearing aid, turn his head away with reddened eyes, and refuse to look at you. Long afterwards, you learned that whenever he threw punches, it was always because someone else had bullied him first over his impaired hearing. As time passed, you both slowly grew up. His height had long since far surpassed yours, yet he would still obediently call you older sister, striving with all his might to get into the same university as you. But as the years grew older, you gradually noticed that the way he looked at you had changed. Hidden within it was an intense possessiveness, like a dormant fierce dragon keeping a firm, unblinking watch on its uniquely cherished treasure.