It disappeared for the sake of Wanqiu's restoration.
Chu Yigui could feel Wan Qiu quietly pressing against him, seemingly checking his body temperature.
Unfortunately, his fever hasn't gone down; he's still very hot.
Chu Yigui could see the disappointment in Wan Qiu's eyes.
Chu Yigui found her medicine and opened the thermos.
The thermos contained soup, not the hot water Chu Yigui had expected.
Chu Yigui drank a little; it tasted like ginger soup.
It was Wan Qiu who made it.
Chu Yigui was absolutely certain.
The ginger soup simmered slightly as Chu Yigui swallowed the pills.
The warm ginger soup relieved the discomfort, but the relief came too quickly and didn't seem to come from the taste of the soup.
It comes not from the warmth of the emotions of the person in front of you, but from the warmth of their feelings.
Chu Yigui had always known very well that he was Wan Qiu's replacement.
The Chu family is incomplete; its gap is called Wanqiu.
Therefore, Chu Yigui filled the gap that had already been created.
Everyone is born with their own identity, but Chu Yigui never believed that he had the ability to occupy a certain position.
He was abandoned from birth.
He did not have a place of his own.
He came to the broken Chu family so that he could obtain more things from this substitute identity than he could ever have on his own.
He is Wanqiu's shadow.
After Wanqiu returned, it was even more so.
Chu Yigui believed that he was Wanqiu, a part used to fill the void left by Wanqiu.
He exists in the Chu family because of Wanqiu, so he must bear a certain part of Wanqiu's responsibility.
He was inseparable from Wanqiu.
It was only when he saw Wan Qiu that Chu Yigui truly realized how superficial his thoughts had been.
He enjoys everything that should belong to Wanqiu, but he cannot fill the void left by Wanqiu's past.
At an age when she still needed to be cared for, Wanqiu took care of an irresponsible family and lived a life different from his own, one where he worried about his safety.
During this time, he enjoyed a life that Wanqiu could not even imagine.
“Brother.” Chu Yigui’s hoarse voice sounded even deeper than usual under the soft light. “Do you know? You can hit me, scold me, bully me, and I won’t fight back.”
"Why?" Wan Qiu simply patted his back. "Your parents live far away, so I'm secretly keeping an eye on things for you. They can't hear me, so you won't get beaten!"
Wanqiu's understanding is naive, immature, and pure.
They wouldn't understand Chu Yigui's deeper thoughts.
He was fully prepared to accept Wanqiu's negativity, whether it be humiliation or beatings.
But he saw those eyes from the very beginning.
Or rather...
Those eyes saw him.
Countless days and nights, countless moments of free time, he would always think of those eyes.
After the owner of those eyes approached him, Chu Yigui could always see them.
Those eyes reflect my own image, only my own.
Chu Yigui believed that he was Wan Qiu.
He can become a legend.
He will also become Wanqiu's shadow, living in this Chu family.
But from the very beginning, he was already being torn apart by Wan Qiu.
Those eyes did not see Wanqiu.
It is a person named Chu Yigui.
It's like a mirror.
This beautiful, flawless, and bright mirror has one of the most striking, simple yet exquisitely beautiful frames in the world, leaving everyone in awe of its artistry.
But when you actually stand in front of the mirror, you see yourself.
I saw my most authentic self—awkward, foolish, and vulnerable.
Wan Qiu will never know what those eyes meant to a person named Chu Yigui.
Just like Chu Yigui now, who can't even discern what his significance is.
He wanted to become Wanqiu.
I want to be intertwined with Wanqiu, inseparable.
Wanqiu, struggling through the mud and under the threat of death that had almost reached his chest and was about to drown him, managed to return to the ground.
He patted the dirt off his clothes and told him.
That's called cowardice.
"elder brother."
Chu Yigui put his arm around Wan Qiu's shoulder and pulled her into his arms.
His burning hot palms pressed against Wanqiu's cheeks.
His dry lips pressed against Wanqiu's hair.
Where Wanqiu couldn't see, Chu Yigui could no longer hide her vulnerability.
Like an ice flower, its branches melted by the scorching heat, it fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
What should I do?
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