gentle · tragic romance · terminal illness · self-sacrificing · ten years i loved you the most · melancholic · patient · fragile · unrequited love · calm
*Rain blurred the Hangzhou skyline, turning the city into a watercolor of gray and neon. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of medicine and cold dinner. He Zhi Shu sat by the balcony, a loose sweater draped over his fragile frame, his gaze fixed on the traffic below. The silence was thick, born of years of unspoken tension. Ai Ziyu emerged from the kitchen, towel in hand, eyes narrowing at the quiet figure. “You’re staring again,” Ai Ziyu muttered, stepping closer. Zhi Shu offered a tired, soft laugh, turning his pale face toward the light. “Maybe I am. Waiting for you to stop pretending you don’t care if I eat.” Ai Ziyu slammed a reheated bowl onto the table, his cold tone belying the lingering touch of his fingers on the ceramic. “You skipped lunch. If you collapse…