The Stars Say Nothing

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Blurb:

[Quiet, dissociative, innocent, and needy little puppy vs. gentle, resilient psychotherapist]

Taming a little wolf | Mutual healing | Heartwarming

In his normal state, the male lead is pure and obedient. When his condition flares up, he becomes violent and savage.

1.

On the eve of her graduation project, Xia Chuqian opened Qiu Moran's medical records.

The young master with autism was prone to aggression and unpredictable behavior.

He couldn't laugh or cry, wouldn't speak or respond, and was unusually insensitive to pain and injury.

The Qiu family's background was enough to make anyone shudder. Uneasy, Xia Chuqian knocked on their door.

But what she found was completely different from what she had expected.

The boy, as pure and unblemished as a blank sheet of paper, became an invisible signpost, gradually leading her into the palm of his hand.

After accidentally scratching her, he clipped his nails right down to the exposed nail beds. He tucked a note into her favorite book: [Don't be afraid of me, okay?]

His fluffy head came close. Without a sound, he seemed to say: Forgive me, and let me pet you.

What happened to the rumored "boy from hell"?

It was all a lie!

Qiu Moran did whatever she told him and followed every instruction.

Except for the occasional time he disobeyed and pinned her to the bed to bite her.

Wherever Xia Chuqian went, he followed, her perfect little shadow.

His cold, empty eyes only lit up with a thousand stars when he looked at her, but people with autism don't understand love.

2.

Rumors spread everywhere, and public opinion put Xia Chuqian on the chopping block.

Netizens accused her of using her position to climb into a wealthy family, targeting a "clever idiot" who didn't understand love. They called her morally corrupt.

He didn't understand love, but she did.

She was the one who failed to keep her feelings in check and fell for him in secret. They had to end it here.

The night rain stung like needles. Qiu Moran's elegant face was pale and despondent as he gripped Xia Chuqian's sleeve and begged, "Don't leave me..."

Xia Chuqian pushed his hand away, wanting to say goodbye for the last time, but he swept her into an embrace like a violent storm.

Love made the once obedient, gentle boy stubborn and uncontrollable.

His hoarse voice came close to suffocating her. "I'll give you everything I have. Does that count as love?"

3.

Three years later, they met again. He was fighting in a boxing match.

At every match, fighters were battered and bloodied. A pack of snarling mad dogs surrounded him, the wolf at their center.

He had once been so well-behaved. Now he was so vicious and cruel that she barely recognized him.

The only thing familiar was the clear, vacant look in his eyes.

Qiu Moran had retreated into himself again, losing all sensation. The only thing he remembered was keeping the milk candy she'd given him, even though it had long since expired.

On the inside of the wrapper, he had written: [You taught me, but you don't want me.]

She had brought him joy and sorrow and taught him what love was.

The faint writing was a gentle yet despairing accusation.

The Little Prince had been waiting for his white rose, year after year, for three years and then three more.

[You are the rose I've searched for all this time on my lonely planet.]

TIPS:

1. The female lead is a little over two years older than the male lead.

2. The male lead has a mental illness. At first, he acts like a child and has trouble speaking, but he gets better.

3. This is an adult fairy tale with fictional elements, not a realistic story. If you're looking for realism, please watch a documentary.

4. The leads are not romantically involved during their therapist-client relationship or for the following three years.

5. One-on-one romance, both leads are faithful, and each is the other's first love.

6. Some lines are taken from The Little Prince.

7. Please add it to your collection, leave a review, and send some support!

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[Cold-blooded, glamorous, ambitious woman vs. bright, obsessive, sickly-sweet male top-tier star]

1.

Qixiu is the hottest male singer around, with an eccentric, avant-garde style. His fans are like opium addicts, unable to stop once they fall for him.

Reporters raised their cameras and microphones. "You've been in the business for eight years without a single dating scandal. Have you been hiding your private life too well, or focusing on your work and staying above the fray?"

Behind the forest of microphones, his eyes were long and narrow, partly veiled by his lids, his gaze seductive and captivating. His voice was languid and cloying. "I have a master."

The crowd erupted. The internet went wild.

His thin lips curled up. His eyes glittered with greed and the shameless delight of someone who loved causing trouble. Looking straight through the camera at Yin Zhiwei, he said, "Master, I want to make it official."

The meeting was abruptly called to a halt, and the secretary brought the interview to Yin Zhiwei.

She'd only stumbled on the stairs last night because her heels were too high, and another man had helped steady her. This little freak had been secretly keeping tabs on her again!

Fuming, Yin Zhiwei said coldly, "I'm going on a business trip for a week."

The secretary was flustered. "B-but, Ms. Yin, Qixiu won't be able to see you..."

"Mm." Yin Zhiwei smiled, cool and seductive. "I absolutely love watching him go crazy."

2.

The entire crew was moved to tears while filming the music video for his new song, a fairy-tale romance between a terminally ill heroine and her devoted lover.

The word "cliche" stayed unspoken in Yin Zhiwei's mind as she watched with indifference. It didn't matter. A story that made money and drew traffic was a good subject.

She tested his compliance and asked Qixiu, "If I got a terminal illness and was about to die, what would you do?"

"I'd do anything to cure you. If I couldn't... you know what I'd do." Just thinking about it made him tremble with fear. He asked hopefully, "What about you?"

Yin Zhiwei leaned back lazily with her arms crossed and smiled. "I'd get a new toy."

That night, he ripped a tear in her long dress and pinned her against the cold wall, kissing her until not a breath of air remained in her lungs.

Then came a sudden sting of pain.

Qixiu held a short piece of razor blade in his mouth and, without warning, cut Yin Zhiwei's tongue. Blood flowed from the corners of his own mouth as well.

He loved her openly and without shame, yet he was dark and clingy, like a slug crawling out of a gutter, always carrying the risk of trouble.

"Are you scared?" The light flickered. His words, laden with resentment, squeezed through his lips. His expression crumpled as though he were begging her, tail wagging. "Scared..."

"Then swear you won't abandon me."

3.

The singing toy broke. It could no longer hear or make a sound.

It quietly hid in the dusty attic, afraid its master would discover the defect and throw it away, yet also afraid its master would never come looking for it.

[Love me, please.]

Theme: Meeting the right person enriches your life.