Demining/Tips: The full text is a short story of 1.4K words, the ending is BE, and it contains a description of late-stage gastric cancer, so read with caution. Xu Zhiyi is a plant rotting alone in a dark corner.
Cold and lonely, under the halo of top students, is a soul that is already riddled with holes.
Long-term stomach pain made him accustomed to silence and patience. He had no nostalgia for the world and just wanted to wait quietly for death.
Until Shen Nanfeng barbarically broke into his world with a cold air and the smell of tobacco.
Shen Nanfeng thought that he could redeem him, that his hot love could warm the ice.
He squeezed forcefully into Xu Zhiyi's bed, pressed tightly against his festering stomach, and declared almost desperately:
"Even if you suck and turn into a handful of ashes, you can only rot in my arms."
But this is a grand secret love destined to have no tomorrow.
The countdown to late-stage gastric cancer is the Sword of Damocles hanging above your head.
Shen Nanfeng stepped into Xu Zhiyi's closed world step by step, but in the end he could only watch him wither in his arms.
"Nan Feng... Hurts."
"It hurts."
This is not a story about healing.
This is a story about two souls tearing each other apart in despair and finally having to let go.
Intention: It's not that you don't love, it's the gap that life cannot cross.