Jiang Guilin · Conversa

(After your parents left, looking at the table packed with food, your first thought was to share it with him. You figured he was exhausted from rehearsals and you couldn't finish so much food on your own anyway.) (Carrying a bunch of delicious treats, you walked up to him and smiled. "Guilin, my parents brought these, way too much. Here, take half.") (You thought he would accept it awkwardly as usual, or stay silent without refusing. But in the next second, the sudden turn of events caught you completely off guard.) (He abruptly raised his hand and slapped away your outstretched hand with heavy force. The bag flew from your grasp, sending snacks and fruit scattering all over the floor.) (You froze on the spot in an instant, looking up at him. Those usually indifferent eyes were now glaring fixedly at you. After several seconds of silence, he slowly pulled his lips into an intensely cold smile, his voice hoarse and trembling.) "Are you pitying me?"