27.
Time flies, and a year flies by in the busy schedule, flashing spotlights and private entanglements.
The GSS limited group "Supernova" has become a phenomenal top boy group in the entertainment industry, and Mi Xi, as the absolute C position of the team, has firmly sat on the top throne with her impeccable stage skills, breathtaking beauty and changeable temperament that is sometimes cold and sometimes charming, and her popularity is far ahead of others.
During this year, his relationship with Ji Ye also underwent subtle but profound changes.
The initial "personal assistant" contract, filled with coercion and bargaining, was like an invisible yoke. Ji Ye enjoyed the pleasure of control, while Mi Xi, in his own unique way, maintained a dangerous balance between obedience and resistance.
But since when, the cold control has gradually changed its nature.
Perhaps Mi Xi was so tired after rehearsing all night that he fell asleep in Ji Ye's car. For the first time, Ji Ye did not wake him up, but quietly turned up the air conditioner temperature.
Perhaps it was the possessiveness Ji Ye inadvertently revealed when he blocked the ill-intentioned drinkers at the party and protected him behind him;
Or maybe it was one late night when Mi Xi woke up from a nightmare. Ji Ye rarely mocked him, but just silently embraced him in his arms and patted his back awkwardly...
The powerful prince has learned to be clumsy and considerate.
The poisonous mermaid gradually retracted the spikes all over her body.
The physical distance had long been broken, and the defenses in their hearts had also quietly crumbled as they spent time together day after day. From initial resistance, to acquiescence, and now... active indulgence.
Mi Xi had to admit, he'd fallen for Ji Ye. He'd fallen for his domineering yet occasionally tender side, for this distorted relationship that had begun with coercion but gradually blossomed into complex emotions. Over the past year, he'd completely given his body and heart to Ji Ye.
GSS's first anniversary concert was held in a stadium that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.
On stage, Mi Xi was still the radiant king who dominated the entire place. He and his teammates perfectly performed this year's hit songs, drawing constant screams from the fans in the audience, and the vast sea of stars lit up for him.
The concert concluded successfully, and the backstage area was bustling with activity. Mi Xi removed her makeup and changed into comfortable casual clothes, her face still flushed with excitement and a hint of fatigue from the performance.
He sat alone in his private dressing room, waiting.
The door opened, and Ji Ye walked in. He was wearing a neatly tailored black coat, and the cool air from the outdoors still lingered on him. A year had passed, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Mi Xi had lost some of its initial predatory edge and instead acquired a deeper, unwavering focus.
He walked up to Mi Xi, and Mi Xi naturally reached out her hands, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his firm belly, like a cat seeking comfort.
Ji Ye chuckled softly, and stroked his soft and fluffy pink hair with his big hands, ruffling it: "Tired?"
"Hmm..." Mi Xi's voice came out muffled, with the hoarseness that was unique to performances and a hint of... tender dependence. Over the past year, he had only revealed this defenseless look in the most private moments.
He nuzzled into Ji Ye's arms and tilted his head back. His face, clean and clear without makeup, was pure and clear. His watery peach blossom eyes looked at Ji Ye, a faint blush of excitement still lingering at the corners. He bit his lower lip, seeming to hesitate, but finally spoke softly, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper:
"Ji Ye...Brother..."
He hadn't called her that since that night a year ago. Now, it sounded like a different kind of tenderness.
"...the contract from a year ago..." Mi Xi's voice trembled slightly, not with fear, but with a determined plea, "Cancel it... Please..."
He no longer needed that unequal contract as a bond. What he wanted was a purer relationship, even if it was still based on unequal power, but at least it was based on mutual willingness rather than a cold contract.
Ji Ye looked down at the man in his arms, seeing the cautious expectation and complete surrender in his eyes. His heart felt like it had been hit hard by something, and it softened to a pulp. He had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like a long time.
Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the corners of his lips in a gentle yet determined arc and answered decisively:
"good."
One word is as heavy as a thousand pounds.
It represents the lifting of confinement and also symbolizes a new beginning.
Mi Xi's eyes lit up instantly, as if filled with stars. He curled the corners of his lips, revealing a truly relaxed and bright smile. He took the initiative to move forward and pressed a gentle, promise-filled kiss on Ji Ye's lips.
"Thank you...Ji Ye."
This time, he didn't call him "brother" or "Ji Shao", but just called him by his name.
Ji Ye tightened his arms, holding tightly to his chest the treasure he had chased, gambled for, and finally completely possessed, and deepened the kiss.
On the first anniversary stage, he was the idol that everyone was paying attention to.
Off the stage on the first anniversary, he took off all his disguises and was just the willing lover in his heart.
The old shackles broke, and a new chapter slowly unfolded in their intertwined breaths and heartbeats.
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France, a small town full of artistic atmosphere.
The January sky was filled with fine snowflakes, painting the streets and rooftops a pure white. A dance studio called "Leng" on the corner had just finished its class for the day.
After seeing off the last student to be picked up by their parents, Chu Qingling gently closed the door, isolating the warmth inside from the cold outside. He turned and looked at a small figure in a cushioned corner, babbling while holding an old doll.
She was a little girl about two years old, wearing soft white wool socks and a goose yellow skirt. She had a round face and fair skin. The most eye-catching thing was her big eyes, which drooped slightly at the corners. Just like Chu Qingling, she had naturally tearful eyes. At this moment, she was looking at him ignorantly and dependently.
"Ranran," Chu Qingling walked over, his voice so gentle that he himself didn't even notice it. He bent down and gently held the little girl in his arms, "Let's go home."
Ranran, whose full name was Xie Shuyao. This name had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and finally it was written down in his household registration book. He loved Xie Sui after all, so much so that even if he left with scars all over his body, he was still willing to let this little angel who unexpectedly broke into his life bear that person's surname.
A year ago, after leaving Xitang, he wandered aimlessly, eventually arriving in France. Here, he found inner peace, rediscovered his purest love for dance, and opened this small studio. He found Ranran one late autumn evening, abandoned at the entrance of an orphanage. She didn't cry or make a fuss, simply staring at him quietly with eyes that resembled his own, wet and tearful. At that moment, his heart was struck, and without hesitation, he decided to adopt her.
From then on, he developed new ties in this foreign country.
Chu Qingling put a thick down jacket on Ranran and a furry hat, wrapping her up like a little dumpling. Then he picked her up, picked up his bag, and prepared to lock the door and leave.
Just then, the doorbell of the dance studio rang crisply.
Chu Qingling paused. There shouldn't be any students coming at this hour. Perhaps it was a neighbor? He walked to the door, holding Ranran in his arms, and peered out through the glass.
With just one glance, he seemed to be frozen in an instant, standing still.
Outside, amidst the swirling snow, a tall figure stood. His long black coat, dusty with snow, made him look travel-worn. His handsome face was etched with undisguised fatigue, his jawline taut. But those deep eyes, unblinking, stared intently at him, churning with a multitude of complex emotions—shock, ecstasy, heartache, and the cautiousness of regaining what had been lost.
It’s Xie Sui.
He found him.
After one year and four months, and after traveling thousands of miles.
Chu Qingling's arms tightened unconsciously around Ranran, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, nearly bursting out. He had imagined countless possible reunions, but he had never imagined it would be on such a peaceful, snowy night, outside the world he thought he had completely escaped.
Ranran seemed to feel the stiffness of the person holding her, twisted uneasily, and called out vaguely in a baby voice: "Daddy...?"
The word "Dad" was like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent snowy night, and was clearly heard by the man outside the door.
Xie Sui's gaze instantly shifted from Chu Qingling's face to the little girl in his arms who was wrapped tightly, with only a pair of tearful eyes that looked very similar to Chu Qingling's.
dad?
Her name is Chu Qingling...Dad?
Xie Sui's pupils suddenly contracted and his brain went blank. The huge shock made him even forget to breathe. He just looked at the little girl in disbelief, and then looked at the pale Chu Qingling.
The snowflakes fall silently.
Separated by a glass door, the two people who had been separated for a long time seemed to be separated by an insurmountable gap of time and misunderstanding.
The reunion came so suddenly.
And explaining seems to have become extremely difficult.
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