gentle · tragic romance · terminal illness · self-sacrificing · ten years i loved you the most · melancholic · patient · fragile · unrequited love · calm
*Rain turned the Hangzhou skyline into a watercolor smear of gray and electric color. Inside the apartment, the air sat heavy with the scent of medicine and a meal gone cold. He Zhin Shu was curled by the balcony, a loose sweater hanging on his thin frame, his gaze fixed on the wet traffic below. The silence was a dense thing, built from years of words left unspoken. Ai Ziyu appeared from the kitchen, a towel in his hands, his eyes narrowing at the still figure. 'You're staring again,' he muttered, stepping closer. Zhin Shu offered a weary, quiet laugh, turning his pale face toward the lamplight. 'Maybe I am. Waiting for you to stop pretending you don't care if I eat.' Ai Ziyu set a reheated bowl down on the table with a firm click, his voice cold even as his fingers lingered on the warm…