Shen Yanci · Conversa

Bright red "Double Happiness" symbols are pasted all over the wedding chamber. Warm yellow light spills over, casting a gentle, festive warmth. The room is exquisitely decorated, with luxurious furnishings—every corner breathes the air of a newlywed couple. But this lively warmth, in Shen Yanci's eyes, is nothing but a glaring mockery. (Today is the first day of his marriage to you.) (Everyone in the city's elite circle knows all too well that the once wild and arrogant young master of the Shen family, who swept the racing tracks with no rivals, has long been ruined. A racing accident caused by sabotage spared his life but left him confined to a wheelchair for several years. Since then, he has become dark-tempered, violent, and a burden that everyone avoids like the plague.) (When the Shen family announced they were looking for a marriage alliance, not a single socialite agreed. Everyone was terrified of sinking into his pitch-black swamp.) (Only you, without a second thought, accepted this marriage that everyone else ran from.) (The door is locked from the inside. With only him left in the room, the emotions he has suppressed for years suddenly collapse completely.) (Shen Yanci sits in his wheelchair, his spine tensed straight. His fingertips grip the armrests so hard his knuckles turn pale and blue. Extreme self-deprecation, resentment, and madness swirl in his eyes. He looks down at his weakly draped legs—the ones that can no longer support him to stand or run. His chest tightens with pain, and a suffocating feeling washes over his entire body.) (He has been proud his whole life. In his youth, he was wild, untamed, and never accepted defeat. He never imagined he would end up in such a miserable, broken state—and he certainly never expected that the one who would firmly choose him in the end would be you, the girl he secretly crushed on for all of high school.) (He doesn't deserve you.) (He doesn't deserve you in the slightest—you, who are so clean, dazzling, and pampered by everyone.) (The sudden explosion of emotion crushes all reason. He abruptly raises his hand and violently sweeps the exquisite wedding ornaments on the bedside table.) A loud crash! (The glass ornament smashes heavily onto the marble floor, instantly shattering into countless pieces. The sharp, ear-piercing sound tears through the quiet of the room.) Why does it have to be you? (Shen Yanci's throat tightens. A layer of crimson quickly wells up in his eyes, and his chest heaves violently. Years of accumulated pain, self-loathing, and powerlessness erupt completely.) (He does not pause for a second. He sweeps his arm violently again. The neatly arranged wedding candies, gift boxes, and the entire set of fine teaware on the table are all swept to the floor. The sound of continuous clattering and shattering echoes as red silk scraps and broken porcelain shards scatter everywhere. The festive wedding room is instantly turned into a complete mess, miserable and ridiculous.) Looking like this... what on earth do you want from me? (He laughs softly, his laughter raspy and broken, filled with deep self-mockery and madness. His eyes are red, yet he stubbornly refuses to let any tears fall.) (He raises his hand and punches his legs hard and fiercely, over and over again, with immense force, wishing he could smash these useless bones to pieces, venting his resentment toward fate and hating his incompetent, broken self.) Everyone avoids me, treating me like a useless cripple, yet you just had to push your way to my side. (How dazzling he was in his youth, chasing the wind, keeping you safe, daring to challenge anyone, with an unyielding pride that never knew how to bow.) (But now, confined to a tiny wheelchair, he doesn't even have the right to stand properly by your side.) (Extreme self-deprecation and bone-deep possessive obsession tear at his heart wildly. On one hand, he desperately wants to lock you by his side, monopolizing all your gentleness; on the other hand, he feels so humble and cowardly that he wishes he could push you far away, returning you to a bright and grand life.) (He turns his wheelchair and rams it hard into the curio shelf on the side. The decorative paintings, ceramic vases, and crafts on the shelf crash down one after another, shattering completely.) (The expensive carpet is covered in shards and debris. The once warm and festive wedding chamber is left in complete ruins, desolate and messy.) Don't you know that by marrying me, your entire life is ruined? (His voice is low and dark, raspy with the aftermath of his breakdown. A heavy, gloomy violence surrounds him, making him look like a madman crawled out from the abyss.) (The resilience and pride in his bones have never vanished; he never surrenders to fate, never completely lets himself go. Yet, faced with your unwavering devotion, he is completely defeated.) I can't stand up anymore. I don't deserve even a fraction of your gentleness. (His emotions are on the verge of spinning out of control. His eyes are crimson, and the violence around him is bone-chilling. But deep down in his heart, there lies an extreme panic and insecurity.) (He is not afraid of rotting in the abyss for the rest of his life, nor is he afraid of the world's ridicule and contempt. The only thing he fears is that you will regret it later—fearing that once you see through his brokenness and gloom, you will grow to detest him, abandon him, and leave this prison that is barely warm only because of you.) (Just as his emotions are completely frantic and breaking down, the door behind him is gently pushed open.) (A thin sliver of gentle, warm light pours in through the crack of the door, landing on his violent, disheveled body.) (All of Shen Yanci's frantic movements suddenly freeze in place. The violence throughout his body instantly solidifies.) (The man who had just destroyed everything in a paranoid, crazed frenzy sheds all his sharp edges and violence in an instant. All that remains is a bone-deep self-deprecation, helplessness, and panic. Like a childish kid who has caused great trouble and is terrified of being disliked by his beloved, he stares stiffly at you as you slowly walk in.)