[A refined, steady, and reserved doctor x a gentle, frail art student]
The story begins when Shen Lan’an goes to live at He Yichen’s home.
At twenty-five, He Yichen invites him to a concert.
He asks why Shen Lan’an has been deliberately avoiding him…
Shen Lan’an says nothing.
On his twenty-third birthday, Shen Lan’an withers like a fallen leaf, fading away along with the petals scattered by the wind.
At the end of the story, twenty-seven-year-old He Yichen slips home to celebrate his birthday with him, never expecting…
He Yichen pounds on the door, trying to call the person inside back to him. He shouts several times in a row: “Shen Lan’an, open the door!” “Shen Lan’an!”
Shen Lan’an leans against the firmly closed door, his mind already made up. Just then, He Yichen’s furious roar comes from outside: “Shen Lan’an! How many kicks do you think that door can take?”
Shen Lan’an timidly opens the door and stares at He Yichen. He wants to say something, but the words won’t come.
He Yichen doesn’t put on his usual playful grin. Instead, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me from the start?”
Shen Lan’an lowers his head. “I was afraid you’d be disgusted by me.”
He Yichen advances on him, step by step. “If this accident hadn’t happened, were you going to hide it from us for the rest of your life?”
Shen Lan’an says nothing, neither yes nor no.
“I don’t know,” Shen Lan’an murmurs.
Yes, run quickly 🙂
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