Sweet and Sour

On the day I became the attending physician of top idol Zhou Xubai, I silently tore up the fan card that I had treasured for many years. In the consulting room, he lowered his eyelashes and sneered: "Is the doctor also chasing stars?" Later, he bit the corner of my clothes every night and choked with sobs: "Don't leave... Please pretend to love me." Until I found out from under his pillow the letter I wrote three years ago: "You will grow old peacefully with thousands of people cheering you." He pressed me against the door of the consulting room with red eyes: "Now I just want to be around you... To rot or heal."