Bai Yao married someone.
A top-tier Alpha, with a white-tea scent, and the only son of the Bai family. They got their marriage license the day after an incident.
The other person said there was no need to make it public, and he had no objections. It was simpler that way.
After they married, he hardly ever came home. The other person didn't seem to mind. When they occasionally ran into each other, they nodded and passed by, as polite as roommates.
Later, he learned that the other person was an illegitimate son of the Lu family who had worked his way up to vice president. His greatest talent was never troubling anyone. Keeping their relationship private was probably another way of not bothering anyone.
Then Bai Yao suddenly started coming home every day.
The other person began avoiding him. He cornered him and asked why he was avoiding him. The other person said he wasn't. He told him to let him know if anything happened from then on, and the other person said okay. Then he told him nothing at all, not even why, as if he could accept anything.
Only later did he realize that the other person's belongings were so sparse, it was as if he were ready to leave at any moment. He had endured his heat cycle alone, only to discover that he hadn't even known he was undergoing a second differentiation.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“I didn't know, and I was afraid you'd think I was a bother.”
Bai Yao pulled him into his arms. The other person stayed rigid for a long time, then slowly rested his chin on Bai Yao's shoulder, quietly clutching a small patch of fabric on his back.
Bai Yao tightened his arms around him and thought
I once received a suicide note. It said that in the next life, the writer wanted to be my friend.
Who wants to be your friend? You can wait until the life after next... I won't make you wait that long.
