Your Ex-Boyfriend Is Waiting for You

Just after starting his first year of college, Zhou Tong was confessed to by Jiang Qi, the senior he'd had a crush on since high school.

Overwhelmed, Zhou Tong came to his senses only after he'd already said yes. Jiang Qi took his hand, and they walked along a tree-lined path on the Jing University campus, beneath the peaceful light of a perfect day.

Jiang Qi was student council president and a student athlete. He'd been an excellent student since high school, with a cheerful personality and handsome looks.

Zhou Tong, on the other hand, was gloomy and introverted, hardly ever went out, and wore round glasses. He was a total shut-in.

No one could understand what Jiang Qi saw in him. By the time anyone thought to ask, the two had already been dating for three years.

In their third year together, Jiang Qi disappeared.

He withdrew from school without warning, telling only a teacher that something had happened at home.

He sent Zhou Tong a single text saying, “Let's break up,” then never replied again and blocked him on every platform.

Zhou Tong was dumped with sudden, brutal coldness.

A year later, when Zhou Tong was a senior, his high school class president invited him to a reunion.

Zhou Tong was busy with his internship and turned the invitation down.

But that night, his high school best friend called him eight times in a row.

When Zhou Tong answered, the other person stammered, “You should come anyway.”

Zhou Tong kept typing. “I'm busy.”

“Just come,” his friend said. “That senior is here. Jiang Qi.”

“He looks like he's here to see you.”

“And... something's wrong with him.”

Zhou Tong's fingers paused over the keyboard.

*

Half an hour later, Zhou Tong arrived at the reunion and spotted Jiang Qi from a distance.

The confident young man who had excelled in both studies and sports, shone like a ray of sunshine, and always had people gathered around him was now curled up in a corner, gaunt and deathly pale. His eyes were vacant and unfocused. Wrapped in a coat, he trembled without saying a word.

Considerate, gentle gong x severely traumatized shou

1. A self-indulgent, angst-filled dog-blood story, with a jts trope.

2. The gong has a psychological disorder. The author did some research, but for the sake of the plot, things may differ from reality. Please don't overanalyze it, and if it upsets you, feel free to stop reading.

Theme: Respect each other's wishes and communicate in time to avoid misunderstandings.