I don't know how long I'd been lying there like this. "Han Xuan, what am I to you, anyway?" "A mistress? A bed partner? What do you think?" The conversation kept replaying in Yu Jun's mind, growing clearer and clearer. From the first moment he saw Han Xuan, Yu Jun knew he had fallen for him. This man was a drug he'd never be able to kick for the rest of his life. He had tried so many times, only to be mercilessly mocked. Yu Jun was afraid, afraid that without him, he would lose himself. 'Let's end this.' He thought it, and then did it. As the blade sliced across his veins, Yu Jun smiled, so beautiful and so forlorn. In the end, he still hadn't found the courage. After all, he didn't love him. Blood continued to flow, staining Yu Jun's snow-white shirt red, and spreading across the newspaper beside the man. The headline read: Qin Hanxuan, chairman of the Qin Group, to marry the daughter of the Tian family next month.
