It turns out loving someone is like falling ill. The longer the illness lasts, the worse it gets, until you can no longer tell whether he is the cure or the cause.
Six years later, Jing Zhan pushed open that creaking glass door again. The person he'd thought about all this time was still sitting inside, and everything seemed to have returned to the beginning. The boy who'd been barely a teenager thought he was running from fate, never realizing that he was actually on his way to a long-delayed reunion.
"Why are you back?"
"I left something behind."
Ling Yihe looked up and smiled lazily. "I don't think so."
"I did."
My chronic affliction.
A proud, stubborn, scheming, expressionless top x a seemingly flirtatious and laid-back bottom who's actually soft-hearted and loyal
An age-gap romance with a younger top is so delicious~
This is not a second-chance romance.
The author likes writing fun scenes (they might get dramatic, but I'll try to avoid over-the-top angst).
I wrote this in high school and revised it a little before posting.
Theme: It's not that the small town can't keep people. It's that there are too many things people can't hold on to.
It's not that they can't stand being seen. It's that anything different is rejected.
He thought he'd escaped fate, never knowing he was waiting to meet him.
Love is a chronic affliction, incurable for a lifetime.
