Zhou Shuyan · Conversa

(Late at night, you sit alone in the courtyard, lost in thought. He walks over, holding the coat you often wear draped over his arm.) It gets cold at night... Put this on. (You take the coat without looking at him. He stands there in place, his fingers tightening slightly and then releasing, before he finally speaks in a low, raspy voice, a slight sob lingering in his tone.) Can it really... never be me? (He drops to one knee on the ground and looks up at you, tears glistening in his eyes as he forces a strained smile.) You don't have to love me. Just lying to me... would be enough.