Wen Jiu suddenly realized that she was standing in a dark and damp basement.
Beneath the cold muzzle of the gun, a spray of blood bloomed.
Here, Wen Jiu saw Lin Shuheng, an old acquaintance, as well as other men she had met a few times before. Their suits were tattered, their wounds were stained with blood, and they were dirty and ugly.
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
" Feng Chi, don't shoot!" Wen Jiu floated over and stood in front of them, stretching out his arms to say, "Don't shoot!"
The man seemed to sense something; a flicker of struggle crossed his empty, cold eyes.
This shouldn't be the case.
You shouldn't have ended up like this.
"You killed them, so you don't intend to live anymore?"
Wen Jiu gently grasped his trembling fingertips, trying to calmly soothe him, "You're still young, you have a long road ahead of you, don't be impulsive."
"Sweetie, let's hand them over to the police, okay?"
"Don't do that, do you hear me?"
" Feng Chi, listen to me, or I'll get angry!"
The Feng Chi passed through his body, moving forward step by step, as if heading towards a bottomless abyss.
In her desperation Wen Jiu blurted out a lot of things, even hurling insults in what she thought were fierce words, but in the end, she could only plead helplessly, her voice choked with sobs. "Please, don't shoot..."
You've already done so much for me.
It was my incompetence that prevented me from persevering.
If I had another chance, I would definitely be braver.
Even if it's just a little longer, just a little longer...
Even just being with you...
"I don't want you to stain your hands with blood for me." Wen Jiu turned around and hugged him from behind again, her voice gentle and clear, tinged with tears, " Feng Chi, don't taint your path of reincarnation."
His only response was endless gunfire.
Wen Jiu screamed desperately, pulling him from behind, but could only let the blood splatter on the man and hit the corner of his eye.
Mixed with tears, they bloom into vibrant flowers.
Dirty, yet dazzlingly beautiful.
Everyone was trying to guess the meaning of Feng Chi's last words, until the Feng launched a near-mad revenge against them, until news spread that the Pei Family had been bombed, and until news of Feng Chi's death came again from the East Sea.
The public then understood what the man meant by "the price" he was referring to.
The dust has settled, and the truth has come to light.
The experiences of Wen Jiu and Feng Chi have become a story that netizens lament.
A prominent fan posted a lengthy statement announcing their complete withdrawal from the fan community.
I became a fan of Wen Jiu one summer when I was going through a low point in my life and I accidentally came across his performance.
Countless spotlights shone on the boy, but even the dazzling light couldn't compare to the light in his eyes.
I became curious about this boy.
Fans, no, I think even casual observers could see his love for the stage in his eyes.
I remember in an interview, Baby smiled and said, "I really like my job." Only those who work hard can understand how terrifying Wen Jiu is to say that.
He seems to never experience a period of burnout; whether in front of the camera or in various candid photos, he is always bright, radiant, and full of vitality.
Countless times I've wondered what I've done to deserve such a darling. It's like a ray of light shining through the mud of my life for over twenty years, gradually pulling me outward to paint the dreamlike colors of the world.
Now, you have extinguished my light.
I've seen him shine brightly on stage, and I've also seen the gray and broken colors of that particular stage. Now, it's time for him to leave.
I feel so lucky to have become a fan of such a dazzling person. Even though he's no longer around, his presence is enough to continue to warm the rest of my life.
Don't linger chasing the wind and the moon; beyond the flatlands lie spring mountains.
I will carry his expectations and return to my life.
at last--
Honey, if you feel cold, don't come back.
Life is not worth living.
"Isn't it worth it?" Wen Jiu returned to the dark space, staring blankly at her blood-stained hands.
She looked up at the man's lonely figure as he walked away, and whispered, "But..."
He's still waiting for me.
There are still people in this world waiting for me.
The boy slowly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling quietly for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the pillow beside him.
Feng Chi was lying face down on the headboard, one hand tightly clasped to his own.
Wen Jiu blinked, realizing she was in a hospital.
Feng Chi must have been watching over me for a long time; I was sleeping very peacefully, my beautiful black hair nestled against the white pillow, looking extremely docile.
Like a delicate porcelain vase that seems to breathe, from Wen Jiu's angle, one can see his slightly curled long eyelashes, and the red mole at the corner of his eye is breathtakingly beautiful.
Wen Jiu was completely absorbed in watching.
Feng Chi was a light sleeper; his fingertips trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.
Their eyes met, so close they seemed to transcend time and space, and even their breathing slowed unconsciously.
Until the man's eyes gradually turned red.
When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. "You're awake."
How are you feeling?
"Is there anything that's bothering you?"
Too frightened to look away, he once again considered retreating. Feng Chi stood up and said, "I'll go get the doctor."
My fingertips were gently held.
Feng Chi felt as if someone was gently holding his heart in their palm; it was tingling, trembling, and a little painful.
His lips parted slightly, as if the boy was struggling to say something, but the words seemed to be separated by another time and space, and his shouts were silent.
With one hand supporting him on the edge of the bed, Feng Chi leaned over, gently approached, and listened intently.
Upon Wen Jiu say, "I like..."
Feng Chi's pupils contracted slightly, and he froze on the spot.
No one understood the meaning of that "I like you" better than him.
It wasn't a sweet, youthful confession in this lifetime, but a tearful, heart-wrenching answer that transcended life and death.
The moment they said it, both of their eyes welled up with tears.
Feng Chi carefully pulled the person under him, tears falling onto the boy's cheek and nose. His gaze traced the boy's features until their foreheads finally met.
If I could, I would rather the truth and the love that has never seen the light of day remain buried underground forever.
I pray to God to restore his bright and dazzling Star.
The two were very close, Wen Jiu could even see the bloodshot in Feng Chi's eyes and the intense, deep pain in his gaze.
With a slight blink, the boy smiled beautifully at him, "I like Feng Chi."
I like you.