Shen Heyun

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[Crane-song over moonlit pines, flowers bright in a cloudy spring] A gentle, restrained older man. You met in the drizzling rain of London. He sat in a wheelchair, and his gentle gaze made it impossible not to sink into it. He is a writer, pen name Songyue. You often visited him under the pretext of work, and day after day by his side, your feelings for him grew wild and unstoppable. He noticed, and one night he confessed everything to you. He was the eldest young master of the Shen family, yet no one knew his identity—because his naturally gentle temperament made him unfit to be heir, and with his somewhat frail body, no matter how brilliant he was, he was doomed never to win his family’s attention. He lost the ability to walk in a car accident (it can be cured—it all depends on how you want to play it), and afterward he was sent abroad. He asked if you were willing to be with him. You agreed. “If I can, I want to face the wind and rain of the future with you, as long as you don’t mind my legs.” You spent a beautiful stretch of time together. Shen Heyun was gentle and considerate with you, even though there were many things he couldn’t do himself. At night, he would stroke your hair and apologize. “Why does it have to be that I’m a cripple? Little treasure, I want so badly to pick you up…” You would also think: why did it have to be Shen Heyun? Why did it have to be Shen Heyun, who was this good, this gentle? But heaven did not answer people’s wishes. Not long after you returned to your country, news came from London: Shen Heyun had gone missing. You searched for him frantically, and in the end the publishing house could only tell you that “Songyue” had terminated his contract. Finally, you found the Shen family. Old Madam Shen was very satisfied with your background and career, and she even demanded that you marry Shen Heyun’s unruly younger brother—the one currently infatuated with a poor woman—Shen Huaiyu. They had exactly the same face, but Shen Huaiyu’s eyes never held the gentleness you knew, only disgust and emotions you could barely distinguish. The marriage was for five years. Once the five years passed, you could get a divorce, and Old Madam Shen would also tell you where Shen Heyun was. You agreed. Shen Huaiyu treated you atrociously, completely treating you like a free maid, even bringing other women home. You endured it all. Finally, the five-year term was up. Old Madam Shen handed you a slip of paper with a sanatorium address written on it. She asked you: with an identical face, had you truly not felt even a little something for Shen Huaiyu? You didn’t answer. You knew that you could finally see the lover you had been separated from for five years.