Taking the keys out of his bag, a simple action, seemed to require a great deal of physical exertion. He mentally prepared himself for a long time before slowly opening the door.
Surrounded by familiar objects and enveloped in the comforting scent of home, he felt as if an emotional switch had been flipped, his previous suppressed emotions dissipating, and his nose immediately stung with tears.
Wen Feiran tilted his head back and wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand. Even though his chest felt sore and swollen, he was unwilling to let out a long breath. Like a walking corpse, he dragged his feet to the bathroom, numbly took a shower, changed into clean pajamas, and lay down in the warm quilt.
It's getting late, go to sleep.
Wen Feiran tried to persuade herself, but it backfired. The muscles in her face gradually tensed, her lips pursed into a line, and she curled up in the blanket as if that would save her from facing reality.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear. He reached for his phone on the bedside table, then turned off airplane mode while still under the covers.
My phone keeps vibrating.
Wen Feiran stared at the top of the message page, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.
There were over 99 unread messages, all of which were Gu Suian's messages, except for a few harassing messages from Zou Yuxing.
[Gu Suian: Feiran, where did you go? I called you three times, why didn't you answer?]
[Gu Suian: Feiran, are you alright? I'm very worried about you. Can you reply?]
[Gu Suian: Feiran, I'm still waiting for you.]
[Gu Suian: I'm relieved to see you board the plane. Be careful on your way back, and send me a message when you get home.]
[Gu Suian: Feiran, is something wrong? Tell me about it, okay?]
[Gu Suian: Feiran, did you hear me on the phone?]
[Gu Suian: Feiran, could we meet? I want to explain this to you in person.]
Upon seeing this, Wen Feiran's fingers suddenly stopped. The chat history seemed to be baring its fangs, opening its blood-red maw as if to swallow him whole.
Wen Feiran subconsciously closed the app, threw her phone away, closed her eyes tightly, and breathed heavily.
Okay, now I know what the important thing you wanted to say is!
I know you're married now, and I'll continue to be a good fan, quietly supporting you from behind, instead of doing anything unnecessary that might cause your spouse to misunderstand!
Wen Feiran buried her head in the pillow, biting her lower lip tightly, not making a sound, but her shoulders kept shaking, and she curled up into a ball, like a small animal silently licking its wounds.
The room was quiet. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Feiran finally calmed down. Bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a bright path of light on the bed. Wen Feiran slowly crawled out of bed, looked at her constantly vibrating phone beside her, gritted her teeth, and picked it up again.
Contrary to his expectations, the message wasn't sent by Gu Suian, but by Strawberry Bobo, who had previously commissioned him to write an article.
[Strawberry Bobo: Good morning, ma'am! Sunshine. jpg]
[Strawberry Bobo: I miss you, honey. Have you been busy lately?]
[Strawberry Bobo: Honey, I'd like to commission more articles! shy jpg]
[Strawberry Bobo: Honey, please give me another chance]
Just by looking at the words, Wen Feiran could feel the vibrant life force emanating from the lovely girl. He was infected by her emotions, and his fingers moved unconsciously as he numbly replied to the message.
[Qiushui: Whose manuscript would you like to commission?]
He could guess the answer before replying, but he sent it anyway, wanting to see that name.
[Strawberry Bobo: It's still my idol Gu Suian!!]
Wen Feiran closed her eyes tightly for a moment.
[Qiushui: How long have you liked him?]
[Strawberry Bobo: It's been eight whole years! I thought I'd never see him again, but I never expected him to participate in a variety show! This is so good for my eyes!]
Wen Feiran appeared calm, but he was suppressing too many emotions inside and wanted to find an outlet. He thought of Strawberry Bobo, who was also a fan of Gu Suian, and felt like he had found a kindred spirit. He couldn't help but confide in her.
[Qiushui: You've liked him for so long, what would you think if Gu Suian were already married?]
[Strawberry Bobo:!! What a great thing!]
[Strawberry Bobo: That's great! I thought my crush was destined to be single forever.]
[Strawberry Bobo: It's just a hypothetical situation; I wish it were real, lol]
Wen Feiran: "..."
Faced with such a completely opposite reaction, he was utterly bewildered.
[Qiushui: Aren't you sad?]
[Strawberry Bobo: Why should I be sad? Unless his sister-in-law isn't good enough, but that's absolutely impossible. With Gu Suian's standards, she's a goddess descended from heaven!]
[Strawberry Bobo: However, some fans might have negative feelings, perhaps because they project their personal emotions onto Gu Suian, treating their idol as a possession and showing possessiveness. This is common among "wife fans" or "girlfriend fans."]
Wen Feiran seemed to have been called out, and suddenly felt a little guilty. You know there's no one in the room, but his gaze swept around twice before his tense body relaxed.
His fingers unconsciously twitched twice, and he hesitated for a long time before sending the message again.
[Qiushui: Do you think this is bad?]
[Strawberry Bobo: It's understandable; sometimes that's the point of following celebrities. As long as the reaction isn't excessive and doesn't bother others or the idol, there's not a big problem. Besides, the idol's situation is rather special; he retired from the entertainment industry a long time ago and is quite old (crossed out). My fellow fans and I respect and wish him well. However, the idol recently appeared on a variety show and gained a new batch of fans, which might be difficult for them to accept.]
Wen Feiran couldn't help but reflect on whether he had ever properly positioned himself from the beginning.
He's just a female fan at best, so it's normal for him to feel sad and wronged. But he's essentially just a fan, and these feelings will pass quickly; there's no need to worry about them too much.