[Sharp-tongued, jealous gong who says whatever comes to mind when angry]
[Beautiful, composed shou who loves to slap people hard when angry]
It took Shang Heng thirty years to work up the courage to admit that what he felt for Yan Xin was love, not friendship. That night, dressed to the nines and carrying a bouquet, he set out to finally go on a date he'd been putting off.
He knocked on the door.
Facing Yan Xin in the gap beneath the night sky, he stammered out his difficult confession.
The night was deep, and the wind was cold.
The young man's thin clothes fluttered in the night breeze.
Shang Heng thought: I guess this really was too sudden. It's only natural that he can't accept such an unconventional relationship right away.
Suddenly, the half-closed door swung open. Yan Xin's companion was Yan Yizhen, a top-tier star whose fame had taken the country by storm. He stood beside him, frowning, his clothes disheveled.
Shang Heng: "..."
Though a little embarrassed, he was glad an old friend could bear witness to their love.
The flush on his face had yet to fade when he heard a sardonic, cutting remark: "You've got high standards, falling for my wife at first sight."
Shang Heng: "...?"
Whose wife? What was he talking about? Had Yan Yizhen lost his mind?!
Yan Xin, who had spent half the night in the cold wind, gathered his thin robe around himself, concealing the traces of their passionate encounter, and said, "Come inside first."
·
The words left unspoken eventually became secrets too painful to voice. Arsenic turned to honey. Who knows if it's deadly poison, but at least it tastes pretty good, so let's leave things as they are for now.
Yan Yizhen, the top-tier star of the music world with his uniquely distinctive style, recently released a bittersweet hit that dominated the charts for years after its debut.
Song title: The Moon, the Moon Doesn't Shine
Yan Xin looked at the song title, his eyes dimming.
Years later.
Yan Yizhen had a little secret: ****.
Yan Xin had a little secret too: He loved the moon, forever and always.
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· Angsty drama, 1v1
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Theme: A good horse always goes back for the grass it knows!
