Only when autumn leaves and winter comes does frost turn cold; one startled glance back, and all things bloom in spring
Such a breakfast certainly wouldn't taste very good.
Dull, monotonous, and bland—just like Xie Jinghui's own life, it had little flavor beyond hardship.
But Xie Jinghui has always been very self-disciplined.
He and Shen Shuangjian five years apart in age, and he was about to turn thirty. In order to prevent his physical functions from declining and his metabolism from slowing down, Xie Jinghui could only suppress his appetite and continue to exercise.
Even the cigarettes that I used to pick up when I was feeling irritable or bored have now been completely given up.
Sometimes, when he's alone in his study or when he's bored at work, Xie Jinghui will occasionally reach for the drawer out of habit.
But knowing that Shen Shuangjian disliked the smell of smoke, he refrained from doing so, and as time went on, he never thought about it again.
At 3 p. m., Shen Shuangjian, who had agreed to the live broadcast, sat down at the table and chairs in the living room and connected with the program team.
As the screen unfolded, a large number of fans flooded into the live stream. They had just typed a few words when they looked up and were dumbfounded.
The afternoon light is the softest; it is not as dazzling and intense as midday, nor as romantic as twilight. It is exceptionally gentle and pleasant.
And now, this ray of light shines through the lush green trees outside the window, falling on Shen Shuangjian.
At that moment, he was doing something else with his head down, wearing a soft, pure white, loose sweater that made his skin look exceptionally fair.
His long, thick, black hair cascaded down his back, shimmering like silk. When his eyes were lowered, the slight sickly coldness emanating from him was softened, leaving only a gentle, quiet tenderness, like frost melting away.
After an unknown amount of time, the prolonged silence finally caught his attention.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of light-colored eyes. There was no aloofness in them when he was out in public, no coldness towards others, only a radiant glow after being bathed in sunlight.
It is peaceful, and because it cannot hide its soft aftertaste, it slowly unfolds a poignant sense of tranquility.
"Hello, I am Shen Shuangjian."
His voice was clear and even, and although he wasn't deliberately being gentle, it still stirred one's heart and softened one's soul.
[When we first met, you said your name was Shen Shuangjian. Now, a long year has passed, and this is the last time we'll see each other. And you say again, your name is Shen Shuangjian.]
[Peaceful times, gentle ripples on the water—perhaps this is the life Shen Shuangjian should live: no strife, no disturbances, just a few people to keep him company, and that would be enough.]
[Suddenly, I suddenly feel like crying. I don't know why, I just feel like this journey has been so difficult.]
[Yes, I've already shed tears. Perhaps his life has been too bitter, so seeing him happy makes me unable to hold back my tears.]
[From being cold and distant to everyone at the beginning, guarded like a wounded hedgehog, to now being gentle and calm, able to look directly at the camera without flinching, Shen Shuangjian, you've been walking the path of self-healing very well.]
[I used to always marvel at his beauty. When he was aloof, I said he was alluringly seductive; when he was captivating, I said he was charmingly alluring. I always said that my gaze could strip him bare, and that he was irresistibly alluring no matter what. But seeing him like this now, I realize that he can be beautiful in such a serene way—simply beautiful, without any contradictory thoughts.]
[You must be happy now, baby. May you always be happy, and never frown again, never shed a tear again.]
Surprisingly, there weren't many comments in the live chat that Shen Shuangjian couldn't understand. When Shen Shuangjian occasionally glanced at them, she was able to find a few that she could answer.
When someone asks where he is, and the background doesn't look like his home, Shen Shuangjian will respond, "Not at the Shen Residence."
He paused, then added after a moment, "At my home outside."
Just as Xie Jinghui's men walked over, they happened to overhear Shen Shuangjian say those words.
His steps faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
Xie Jinghui closer to the corner of the table near the camera and placed the water glass where Shen Shuangjian could easily reach it.
"Today is the Winter Solstice, how about we have hot pot tonight?"
Because of the cameras, Xie Jinghui restrained himself from touching Shen Shuangjian, or gently placing a brief kiss on his side of the hair.
Shen Shuangjian's attention quickly shifted from the screen to him, and Shen Shuangjian slowly nodded in response to Xie Jinghui's question.
So Xie Jinghui asked him softly again, "Should I call my brother over, or Shen Residence?"
In winter, Shen Shuangjian, who was always afraid of the cold, was too lazy to go out, so she made a decision Shen Shuangjian only a brief moment of thought.
"Brother is here."
When looking at Shen Shuangjian, Xie Jinghui would always be inexplicably amused by some details or words.
Just like he always thought Shen Shuangjian very cute, so cute that it made his heart soften.
"Good."
Xie Jinghui didn't say anything more, but simply sat down across the table. There, he picked up the book that Shen Shuangjian hadn't finished reading yesterday and casually flipped through it.
Shen Shuangjian had no idea how shocking the scene had been to the live stream audience. By the time he turned around, the chat was already flooded with comments about Xie Jinghui.
[Autumn fades into winter, frost still chills, Jinghui the spring of all things.]
[Frost has passed, winter solstice is approaching, and after that comes spring with its warm weather and blooming flowers.]
[No confirmation is needed anymore. It's fine as it is. Love can be grand and dramatic, or it can be gentle and understated.]
[Loving someone is like nurturing a flower, Xie Jinghui truly nurtured him very well. He allowed Shen Shuangjian bloom in his palm, lifting her upwards to absorb all the warmth and nourishment.]
[It's come true. Everything we said before has come true. Now the two of us are truly snuggling together for warmth in the winter.]
[ Shen Shuangjian is not a flower; he is resilient and proud. Even without anyone to support him, he stands tall and proud. He should be an evergreen pine or cypress, unyielding in scorching heat and bitter cold.]
[This is just the gist of it; all living things need nourishment, and for humans, money is a nourishment that easily becomes excessive, but love is the most harmless and gentle.]
[ Shen Shuangjian that he lived in another house, but Xie Jinghui was there. This was, in effect, an admission that Xie Jinghui was both his family and his lover.]
[Besides lovers, I can't think of any other person who would have engaged in the conversation and behavior just now.]
[friend.]
[??? Ruining the atmosphere?! Get out!!]
[Good brothers are fine too, they're just good brothers. That's how straight men are sometimes, they can't distinguish boundaries. Actually, they just unconsciously made a comment.]
[... Don't be stubborn.]
[You bunch of die-hard fans, are you completely impervious to reason?]
[What a happy and peaceful young couple, radiating the charm of a married couple.]
[Yes, no one remains gentle when in love. Shuangjian is in a good state right now—calm, peaceful. The world treats him gently, so he treats the world gently in return.]
[This scene is more touching than a kiss, but if they actually kiss, then never mind what I said.]
[... Big Yellow Girl.]
[I really want to see Shen Shuangjian and Xie Jinghui have sex. I feel like my wife is the type who can't resist but still obediently tilts her head back to kiss me.]
[When Shen Sixian entered this live stream, everything went black.]
[ Shen Sixian is also a married man.]
[Oh my god, I'm a fan of his, please have mercy, don't be Shen Sixian!]