Then, with a "bang," it exploded right in front of him...
Wen Yuhan mechanically propped herself up on the bed, accidentally aggravating a certain area. The intense discomfort instantly brought back those unbearable images from before.
He closed his eyes to calm himself, then walked barefoot to the bathroom and turned on the cold water, pouring it over his head and feet.
The water, mixed with the sticky, scalding "evidence," was swept into the drainpipe. Wen Yuhan, expressionless, treated himself, painstakingly picking out a few strands of blood.
But his expression remained indifferent and numb, as if he were dealing with a very cheap, tattered piece of clothing.
Countless butterflies flew into the bathroom shrouded in white mist, and dandelions sprouted densely on the clean, high-end tiles.
However, their appearance no longer aroused Wen Yuhan's interest, so he let the butterflies and dandelions cover his mouth and nose and burrow into his body.
The jagged skeleton reflected in the mirror was covered with ambiguous marks of alternating blue and red.
Wen Yuhan turned off the shower head and slowly wiped away the layer of water vapor covering it. He just stared coldly at it... then raised the showerhead and smashed it down on the showerhead with a blank expression.
With a piercing shattering sound, the mirror was instantly shattered into countless fragments.
He looked down at a sharp piece of glass on the ground, bent down and clenched it in his hand.
Then, he left without looking back...
When Pei Shaocheng heard a noise coming from the bedroom, he hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in, only to see a naked, thin figure sitting on the edge of the bed.
He habitually held a cigarette between his fingers and looked out the window at the falling rain through the gauze curtain.
Pei Shaocheng silently stared at the other person for a while, then glanced at the bathroom doorway. He then went inside, bent down and picked up the remaining fragments one by one into the trash can, then grabbed the vacuum cleaner and cleaned the floor.
"Do you have a prickly hand?"
He stepped forward to take Wen Yuhan's hand, but stopped when he saw the other's empty and gloomy eyes.
He swallowed hard, trying to hug Wen Yuhan from behind.
The other person's body was cold, and their wet hair was dripping water.
Pei Shaocheng's tone turned serious: "You took a cold shower?!"
There was only silence in response.
Pei Shaocheng pulled Wen Yuhan up and tried to push him into the bathroom, pressing him under the showerhead and turning on the hot water to rinse him off.
As his hand traced the clear teeth mark on the other person's collarbone, he couldn't help but stop, tracing it with a somewhat absent-minded expression.
Wen Yuhan let Pei Shaocheng do as he pleased, only shivering when his body was turned around and the other man knelt down to check his vulnerable injuries.
Pei Shaocheng gently stroked his tailbone and whispered, "Don't move, let me take a look..."
Wen Yuhan closed her eyes, trying to relax her body, and gently asked, "Didn't we just check?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Shaocheng's expression softened.
To be honest, Wen Yuhan's loyalty just now greatly relieved his emotional breakdown.
But he was still worried, so he wrapped the other man in a soft bath towel, dried his hair, and said softly, "You haven't been acting well lately. I'll have Dr. Chen come and take a look at you tomorrow."
"No need," Wen Yuhan said softly, her eyes lowered. "I just haven't had enough rest. You go about your business." She paused, then added, "Don't worry, I promised you I wouldn't run away, and I won't."
Pei Shaocheng inhaled the sweet scent of the shower gel on Wen Yuhan's body; it was a brand that Wen Yuhan used to frequently use, which he had specially bought for her.
The familiar scent softened his tone: "It's not that I'm restricting your freedom, but you should at least tell me before you go out. You know I heard you were missing today, and I..."
"I'm sorry," Wen Yuhan interrupted softly, "It won't happen again."
Pei Shaocheng paused in drying Wen Yuhan's hair, pursed his lips, and sighed. He ruffled Wen Yuhan's soft hair and said, "I'll carry you to bed."
After saying that, he picked Wen Yuhan up and gently placed him on the bed, covering him with a blanket and tucking the corners of the blanket in.
She turned up the air conditioner's heating a few degrees and sat down next to Wen Yuhan, gently patting his back like she was comforting a child.
"Shao Cheng..." Wen Yuhan called softly in the darkness.
"exist."
“I picked up a cat and boarded it with A-Luo, who is Pan’s boss.”
When did this happen?
“That’s all for now.” Wen Yuhan said, her back to Pei Shaocheng. “Could you take care of it for me after this?”
"Okay, I'll have someone pick it up tomorrow. What should it be called?"
"Xiao Mi".
“Like the names you would come up with…” Pei Shaocheng’s gaze lengthened, and he said in a low voice in the darkness, “I remember you once said you wanted to have a cat.”
Wen Yuhan did not answer.
Seeing that Wen Yuhan rarely took the initiative to speak to him, Pei Shaocheng wanted to use the topic of raising cats to guide him to say more, so he added, "Do you have a regular cat food brand? I heard that natural food is the best, I'll go buy some tomorrow."
“I found it in the grass near the abandoned railway tracks in the south of the city,” Wen Yuhan continued, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. “The whole hillside was covered in dandelions, which bloom with yellow flowers in the spring, and after about a month, they’re everywhere. I really enjoy taking walks there…”
"Okay, we'll do it together later."
Wen Yuhan smiled, neither refusing nor agreeing.
As Pei Shaocheng looked at his expression with suspicion, he closed his eyes:
"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Pei Shaocheng was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."
...
Wen Yuhan was awakened by a phone notification sound. He opened his eyes and saw that his mobile phone, along with his bank card and ID card, were neatly placed on the bedside table.
The message was sent by Pei Shaocheng. It was probably to avoid disturbing his rest. The message reminded him to eat and drink on time and that he would pick up the kitten on his way back. All of the content was edited and merged into a long paragraph and sent at once.
Wen Yuhan didn't reply. She just stared at the screen for a while before putting it back in its original place.
He heard Aunt Feng knocking on the door. He got out of bed and opened the door, only to be met with Aunt Feng's solicitous smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Wen!" Aunt Feng held a large bunch of unripe dandelions in her hands. "They should only bloom in spring. Mr. Pei went to great lengths to order them. You see how much he cares about you!"
Wen Yuhan stared blankly at the bunch of dandelions. Seeing that he didn't take them for a while, Aunt Feng handed the flowers directly to Wen Yuhan, saying repeatedly, "Take them, take them! Look how fresh and juicy they are!"
Wen Yuhan, holding the flowers, lowered her head so her expression was unreadable, and whispered to Aunt Feng, "Thank you."
Then he closed the door again.
Aunt Feng muttered to herself, "This person is so beautiful, yet she's so clueless. I really don't know what the family is trying to achieve by going to such lengths."
But then she thought, since she had already finished her work, she didn't want to think about it anymore, so she turned around and went downstairs to get back to her work.
Wen Yuhan sent Pei Shaocheng a message: I received the flowers.
The other party replied immediately: Wait for me to come home.
Wen Yuhan squinted at the dandelions swaying in the sunlight and suddenly found it all quite ridiculous.
He lit a cigarette and admired it to himself, his laughter growing louder and louder until tears welled up in his eyes.
A giant butterfly landed on a dandelion, and Wen Yuhan used the glowing tip of a cigarette to burn the butterfly's wings.
The butterfly burst into flames instantly, setting the entire bouquet ablaze.
A card gently fell to the ground, and Wen Yuhan bent down to pick it up and open it.
The name of the florist was marked in gold foil.
He knew this shop; the owner was one of the top florists in the country, and it was said that the flowers in his shop were priceless.
Wen Yuhan unfolded the card and looked at the words inside.
—Always by your side^-^
His pupils suddenly narrowed, he gripped the card tightly in his hand, and his dim eyes were instantly filled with immense fear.
He stumbled and bumped into a vase.
With a crisp "snap," the dandelion seeds scattered on the ground.
The water quickly spread, soaking the cashmere carpet underfoot.
In an instant, dandelions began to sprout wildly all over the ground, each one shooting straight up and breaking through the ceiling...
“No way…” Wen Yuhan shook her head in disbelief, “Why… why…”
He felt the whole room begin to shake and tremble, and then it kept pressing in on him.
Wen Yuhan opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.
The biting north wind blew into the house, carrying the unique scent of damp earth after the rain and the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms.
At that moment, he seemed to hear again the melody of the water truck he had heard in the hotel in the film studio that day.
It sounds ethereal and indistinct, seemingly close at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it becomes less real.
A tiny dandelion seed drifted down and landed in his palm.
Then the wind picked up again, and dandelions flew into the sky at the same time.
He gazed into the distance, following the direction of the wind, and what appeared before him was the abandoned railway track in the southern part of the city…
Standing at the highest point, you can see the tombstones lined up on Nanshan Mountain. Hidden among the flowers, they stand neatly, scrutinizing the living souls.
Colorful butterflies fluttered about, not frightening at all, but rather inspiring longing.
That's why he truly loves that place; it's as if everything has frozen in time, becoming a kind of eternity.
Wen Yuhan's expression gradually returned to calm after the initial fear and confusion.
Deep within his eyes, a long-lost light even reappeared.
He silently turned and went back into the house, pulled the sharp shard of glass from under his pillow, then went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the bathtub…
A soft whistle drifted out from inside the closed door.
It's that song, "The Olive Tree".
...
Pei Shaocheng felt restless and uneasy all day, his heart racing for no reason, and he kept thinking about what Wen Yuhan had told him last night.
As a result, he had an unprecedented acting accident on set, and was stopped by the director one after another.
Seeing that the other person seemed hesitant to speak, Pei Shaocheng had to stop filming several times and return to the dressing room to compose himself.