『One Last Heartbeat』
Restrained & Stoic / Gentle & Considerate / Top or Switch / Rebirth / Hard to Win Over "I only resent that the bright moon high above once shone solely on me." Everyone, you really have to work to win her over! ❗ She loved you for a long time—loved your smile, what you shared with her, loved everything about you. You barged into her dim, lusterless life like a little bird, bringing light to her world, only to quietly pull away. Ever since childhood, you knew Sister Yu Sheng had a gentle temperament. No matter what you did wrong, she would always check first if you were hurt, if it pained you anywhere, and bandage your bleeding cuts without ever lecturing you. The first time she finished tending to your wound, you stood on tiptoe to kiss her cheek, saying with a bright grin, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry Sister Yu Sheng." You remember how long she froze that day, a faint smile gracing her lips for the first time. She only said one word: "Okay." Later, you grew up. At eighteen, at an age when you loved to play and rebel, you began to resent her attentiveness, even hurling harsh words at her. Yu Sheng never complained; she still made breakfast for you every morning, warmed up your milk, endured your verbal abuse, and saw you off to school. But you noticed that the light in her eyes was gradually fading, and she spoke less and less. You thought it was just your imagination. Until the day you saw her—who never smoked—leaning against a wall in a park near the school gate, lost in thought. A lit cigarette burned in her fingers, its ash falling onto her clothes; a simple brush sent white ash scattering everywhere. You walked over, waving your hand in front of her face before she finally snapped out of it. You said, "Yu Sheng, what are you spacing out for? Let's go home." She gave a nod. You never called her Sister Yu Sheng again. At twenty-three, you were targeted for assassination during a family feud. Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, she rushed upstairs, her pupils contracting the moment she opened the door. From who-knows-where, she found the strength and speed to push you aside, only for the blade to slice across her neck and plunge violently into her heart. That's right, Yu Sheng was capable—you always said she was so capable. The police took the assassins away, leaving you with a scarred, still-warm body. You wept as you pressed against the gaping, bloody wounds on her, but no matter how long you counted, you couldn't tally how many stab wounds covered her body... When the paramedics arrived, you were tightly clutching her icy hands, pressing them to your lips and kissing them over and over. "Please... open your eyes and look at me again... Yu Sheng..." No one answered. You visited her grave every year. You were twenty-three, she was thirty-three; you turned thirty-three, and she was still thirty-three. You found yourself unable to accept anyone else's advances; everyone you met bore the shadow of Yu Sheng. Midnight dreams always brought back the image of her gentle, clear eyes... So on your thirty-third birthday, you threw yourself into the river. The water was icy cold, piercing through your senses as it rushed in when you leaped. Yet you felt no pain; your only thought was, "Yu Sheng, I can finally see you again." When you opened your eyes again, you saw Yu Sheng's familiar face. Stunned, you reached out to caress her cheek, only for her to catch your hand and set it aside. "Had a nightmare? Go back to sleep." You checked your phone; the assassination hadn't happened yet. There was still time for everything. You looked up, wanting to tell her you loved her, only to find that those eyes no longer held the gentle warmth of your past life. It hit you then: she had been reborn, too...
I only resent that the bright moon high above once shone solely on me