On that winter morning, the sky was a tranquil deep blue, and the sun slowly rose.
The snow-covered earth shimmered with a silvery radiance, as though everything had been gently draped in silver gauze.
Sunlight fell gently over the young man's eyes, and Gu Nian'an slowly opened them.
The stomach pain that had persisted for several days had finally stopped, but his body remained unbearably weary.
Only the sun rising outside the window brought him a trace of warmth. Just then, his phone suddenly rang.
Gu Nian'an answered, and a gentle male voice came from the other end. "Sweetheart, if you're hungry, call someone to come cook for you. I'm busy outside. I'll be back in two hours."
Gu Nian'an merely gave a casual, weary reply, and Fu Xiuyuan added worriedly, "Sweetheart, don't be afraid. I'll be back soon."
Once the call ended, Gu Nian'an struggled to prop himself up.
He looked around. The manor was utterly quiet, without even a whisper of wind outside the window, and he felt a wave of loneliness.
He smiled a little bitterly. It turned out that he had long since lost the ability to get used to being without the other man's company.
Dragging his heavy body into the bathroom, he filled the bathtub, gently took off his clothes, and stepped into the water.
A faint fragrance filled the bathroom, and soft daylight streamed through the glass.
Gu Nian'an gently closed his eyes, as though he could hear water dripping against the edge of the tub.
The warm water enveloped the young man, as though soothing his weary soul.
Suddenly, Gu Nian'an submerged himself, and his consciousness sank into distant memories.
In his previous life as "Gu An," his own father had held him down in a pool. In his current life as