My Frail First Love Keeps Luring Me In

After being apart for years, Lin Qiao never expected to see her first love at this gathering.

Lu Ketong, whom she hadn't seen in so long, sat in a wheelchair. Her features were gentle, and her presence was quiet and composed. Even when she saw Lin Qiao, she simply smiled softly, her eyes crinkling.

Lin Qiao could hardly connect the woman before her with the one in her memories: so obsessively possessive that, amid blood and shattered glass, she'd threatened through her tears to kill herself if Lin Qiao broke up with her.

Those years, Lin Qiao had been tormented by the relationship until she could barely go on. When she was driven to despair, she had truly thought about dying with Lu Ketong.

But now it seemed there was nothing time couldn't soften, not even a love that had once been so twisted.

When Lu Ketong brought up their past relationship, she apologized to Lin Qiao with deep remorse.

The frail woman had to catch her breath after speaking just a few sentences.

Lin Qiao heard that after they broke up, Lu Ketong had jumped from a building. Due to the lasting effects of her injuries, she might never walk again. She had been an orphan to begin with, and now her injured legs had left her struggling to get by.

For the sake of their past, Lin Qiao couldn't bear to see her former first love living like this, so she offered what help she could.

She noticed that Lu Ketong had changed a lot. She was no longer possessive, but fragile and cautious. Even when she collapsed at home with a high fever, she hadn't called Lin Qiao, as if she were afraid of being a burden.

After one encounter after another, Lin Qiao began to fall in love with Lu Ketong again.

But just as she prepared flowers and a gift, ready to ask if they could get back together, she suddenly discovered that it had all been a lie.

Lu Ketong's leg injury was fake. Her financial troubles were fake.

Even her newfound lack of possessiveness was fake.

The day everything came to light, Lu Ketong locked Lin Qiao away as she stared at her in disbelief.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice sick with obsession and beyond saving. "Xiao Qiao, you can't leave."

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Love makes you live; hate makes you want to die.

Love me, love me, love me. Don't leave me.

- 1v1 / SC / HE

Theme: Love