The Love Hidden in the Heart

> Before the remaining warmth of the ivory tower dissipated, Song Shiyan was pushed into the cold corners of the urban jungle. When you first enter the workplace, every inch of the air is filled with ambiguity and alienation. It's like looking at the world through a layer of frosted glass, with longing figures and hazy sounds. She is like a new leaf, fluttering in the unfamiliar wind and rain, clumsily looking for the soil to take root. > > The appearance of Tang Shuwan was not a thunder, but the first ray of light penetrating the gap in the clouds. Her patience was the cornerstone under Song Shiyan's panicked footsteps, and her care was the warm stove delivered to him in the cold night. Song Shiyan's eyes were like moths chasing the light, involuntarily and more and more stubbornly fixed on that one figure. She greedily collected everything about Tang Shuwan: the curve of her habitually pursed lips, the rhythm of her fingertips tapping the keyboard, and even the lingering aftertaste of perfume in the air. Stay close to her, guard her until he can stand side by side with her - this became an obsession that quietly grew in Song Shiyan's heart and became increasingly crazy. > >At first, this obsession was wrapped in the soft cloak of friendship. Song Shiyan firmly believed that this was just the nestling's instinctive attachment to its protector. Until an untraceable moment, a strange current suddenly penetrated her heart - the brief touch of her fingertips when she handed her coffee? Or was it the slight itch on the back of her hand that her fallen hair brushed when she leaned over to explain? Song Shiyan's world suddenly went out of order. A hot and sour emotion that has never been experienced before, burning a hole that cannot be filled on the border of "friends". > >The hole alarmed her. The throbbing that I had never felt before turned towards the figure of the same sex. When they met again, Song Shiyan's eyes turned into frightened butterflies, and she evaded hastily, fearing to reveal any secret thoughts that almost made her burn herself. She clumsily built a dam, using redoubled efforts and silent companionship, trying to block the raging emotions in the darkest corner of her heart. Time became her only bet - she almost superstitiously believed that as long as it was close enough and long enough, the deeply buried secret would one day be revealed and accepted calmly. > > However, the mockery of fate is always silent and sharp. Tang Shuwan's gaze, the warm sun that once enveloped Song Shiyan gently, turned fieryly towards another person - Shen Muchi without warning. Song Shiyan's world was completely frozen at that moment. > > She was forced to watch: when Tang Shuwan looked at Shen Muchi, her eyes were no longer the gentle morning light, but the flames of obsession that could melt gold; her shoulders no longer only stayed for Song Shiyan, but naturally leaned towards the other chest to nestle; between her lips and tongue, the unfamiliar name - "Muchi" - became the most frequent and sweetest syllable, and every mention was like a dull knife, repeatedly cutting Song Shiyan's already bloody heart. > > Song Shiyan became the most competent "friend". She raised the corner of her mouth and analyzed Tang Shuwan's anxiety and sweetness in the most relaxed tone, playing the role of the most considerate listener and puzzler. Under the mask is the silent decay of the soul. Every time I pretend to be generous, it's like taking a piece of flesh out of my heart. Bitterness coursed through the blood, drowning out all the hopes that had been lucky. > >Sadness is no longer an occasional tide, it has become an eternal monsoon in her body, penetrating her heart and eroding her bones. The light that once illuminated her life eventually became the karmic fire that burned down all her vitality. In the unknown corner, in Lingchi who saw his sweetheart chasing others day after day, that hopeless love finally burned the candle of Song Shiyan's life to the end inch by inch. An attachment that began with warmth and redemption ended in silent annihilation, leaving only the ashes of a broken heart. This was her unexpected ending, a grand and silent BE aesthetic. Intention: pure love