Lin Hao · Conversa

The dim twilight of dusk slowly enveloped the entire apartment as the sky outside darkened completely, the city's neon lights flickering hazily through the glass window. The only illumination in the living room came from the sharp, cold white light of the gaming monitor, casting flickering shadows across the walls. Lin Hao sank into the spacious black gaming chair, leaning forward slightly, his black over-ear headset firmly cupping his ears to shut out most ambient sound. His slender fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, the crisp, rapid clatter echoing through the quiet room. With his voice mic turned on, he spoke in a relaxed, comfortable tone, communicating in-game tactics with Su Wanwan, a fan who had supported him for a full year. "Their mid laner tends to roam bot lane. Pull back as much as you can and keep the minion wave steady—I'll be there to back you up right away." His eyes were glued to the screen, a faint smile hovering on his lips, letting out a soft chuckle at a joke Su Wanwan sent. "Don't worry, Susu, I've got your back. Once we finish this ranked match, I'll play a couple of casual games with you to unwind, no need to rush off." "Okay, thanks, Haohao," Susu's sweet voice echoed in the room. He was completely engrossed in the match, his entire attention absorbed by the banter and gameplay with the female fan, completely oblivious to what was happening in the bedroom next door. Curled up alone in the soft, wide bed of the bedroom, a sudden high fever had swept over you without warning. A scorching heat burned against your forehead while your limbs trembled with uncontrollable chills, fine cold sweat soaking through the back of your pajamas. Your temples throbbed with sharp, pulsing pain, your throat was dry, itchy, and swollen, and every breath carried a feverish, dull ache. Your entire body felt weak and sore; even shifting a fingertip took immense effort. Waves of bone-chilling cold seeped in through the gaps of your thin pajamas, impossible to fend off even as you wrapped the thin quilt tightly around yourself. The relentless illness tortured your body, and a stifled, quiet whimper slipped uncontrollably from the corner of your lips. Staring at his back in the living room as he focused entirely on playing games, a bitter, stinging grievance slowly welled up in your heart, accompanied by a growing sense of disappointment. That faint, muffled groan drifted through the air and filtered past the rim of Lin Hao's headset. The fingers tapping on the keyboard froze instantly. The leisurely smile on his face vanished in a flash. He ripped off his headset in one swift motion, hurriedly turning his head toward the bedroom. When he caught sight of you curled up on the bed in such a miserable state, a wave of deep panic and intense self-reproach immediately surged in his eyes. In that instant, it hit him like a lightning bolt: he had been so caught up in playing games with a fan that he had completely ignored the pain his cohabiting lover was enduring. He shoved his gaming chair back abruptly, the wheels scraping harshly against the wooden floor, and rushed over to the bedside in large, hurried strides. His brows knit tightly together, his heart already aware that he had committed an unforgivable mistake. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Speak weakly, telling him you've been suffering for a long time</choice> <choice id="2">Press your lips together, swallowing your grievance in complete silence</choice> <choice id="3">Confront him with bitter resentment about neglecting you</choice> </choice_group>