LOGINThe autumn rain fell in a steady, relentless gray mist over the city cemetery, drenching the dark green grass and turning the fresh soil into soft mud. The sweeping branches of an ancient banyan tree provided a small canopy overhead, shielding the handful of mourners gathered around the open grave. The casket was dark, polished mahogany—simple, elegant, and heartbreakingly heavy. Mama Lu stood near the edge of the pit, supported entirely by Lu Xi, whose eyes were swollen and bloodshot from days of continuous weeping. Lu Xi clutched a leather sketchpad tightly against her chest—her own drawings of her brother from before the accident. Mama Lu looked frail, her posture hunched, her hands trembling as she brought a small bouquet of fresh white lilies to her chest. She stepped forward on shaking knees, placing the flowers softly over the polished wood. "My sweet boy..." Mama Lu whispered, her voice fracturing into a dry, breathless sob. "Rest now. No more pain..." Standing just behind
In the real world, there was no village.There was no boundary fence, no green farm truck, no fresh wild berries from the ridge, and no rustic cottage beneath the banyan trees.There was only Room 402 of the Metropolitan Intensive Care Unit.The room was cold, quiet, and suffocatingly sterile. Blinding fluorescent light hummed overhead, casting a harsh, unforgiving glare over the bulky medical monitors, the sprawling tangles of clear plastic IV tubes, and the heavy mechanical ventilator pumping artificial air into a still, terribly frail body resting on the elevated hospital bed.Lu Chen lay motionlessly beneath the thin white sheets.He didn't lose his memory, nor was he fresh-faced and recovering in a country home. He was twenty-seven years old now. Four long, agonizing years had passed since the devastating gala accident that had fractured his skull and severed his brain's connection to the world. For four years, his body had remained trapped in a persistent, irreversible vegetativ
The heavy rumble of the county bus slowly faded into the distance, carrying Mama Lu and Auntie Mei toward the southern trade district. As the red taillights vanished beyond the bend of the dirt road, an absolute, profound silence settled over the countryside. The dusk sky turned a bruised, velvety violet, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, damp earth, and the faint, sweet breeze of late summer.Lu Chen stood on his front porch, his hand resting against the wooden railing. His heart was hammering so violently against his ribs that he felt lightheaded. The cool evening breeze did nothing to soothe the burning heat flushed across his neck and face.He didn't hesitate. He didn't pause to second-guess himself or look back at the empty house.Lu Chen stepped off his porch, his boots crunching over the gravel as he crossed the low boundary log into the adjacent plot. He walked straight up the stone path toward the neighbors' rustic cottage, his chest heaving with every step.Bef
The morning sun filtered through the small kitchen window, casting a warm, honey-colored light over the worn wooden table.Lu Chen sat at the table, a wooden spoon hovering aimlessly over his bowl of warm porridge. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes possessed a dreamy, dazed sheen, and his lips were visibly swollen, bright red, and sensitive. Every few seconds, a faint, uncontrollable smile curved his mouth as his mind replayed the filthy, intense heat of the previous afternoon inside the neighbors' cottage."Lu Chen."Mama Lu's sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.Lu Chen jumped, his spoon clattering against the rim of his bowl. He whipped his head up, his face instantly flaring into a guilty, burning crimson. "Y-Yes, Mom?!"Mama Lu stood by the stove, her sharp eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she observed her son. Her maternal radar had been blaring alarm bells ever since Lu Chen had stumbled back through the front door late yesterday afternoon, breathing heav
Lu Chen's brain ceased to function.He was standing against the wooden back door of the rustic cottage, his shorts crumpled uselessly around his knees, his entire lower half completely bare to the cool air. Standing—or rather, kneeling—directly between his inner thighs was Gu Yan, whose long, slender hands were still wrapped possessively around Lu Chen's trembling legs. And bent over Gu Yan, towering over both of them like a dark, broad-shouldered thundercloud, was Xie Huai.The two men were kissing right in front of him.It wasn't a tentative or hesitant touch. It was a fierce, filthy, possessive clash of lips and tongues. Xie Huai's thick hand cupped Gu Yan's jaw with an iron grip, tilting his head up as Xie Huai claimed his mouth with a rough, heavy fervor that echoed sharply through the quiet living room. Gu Yan leaned into the kiss naturally, letting out a low, muffled hum against Xie Huai's lips, his pale fingers tightening against Lu Chen's bare skin."Mmm... ah..."A soft, des
An entire week went by, and the village settled into a quiet, sun-drenched routine. But for Lu Chen, the days felt utterly bizarre and agonizingly off-kilter.Ever since that rainy afternoon by the laundry line, Gu Yan had suddenly... stopped.He didn't lounge arrogantly against the boundary fence waiting to collect his "daily tax." He didn't sneak up behind the tool shed with a wicked smirk, nor did he corner Lu Chen near the clothesline with those dark, mesmerizing eyes. Whenever Lu Chen caught a glimpse of him across the yard, Gu Yan was either quietly reading on his porch, casually sipping tea, or politely nodding from a distance before turning away.It was as if the blackmail, the intense kisses, and the breathtaking friction between them had vanished into thin air.At first, Lu Chen told himself he was relieved. He was free from the arrogant professor's shameless demands! He didn't have to panic about his mother catching them, nor did he have to worry about his knees turning to
Li Han was proud—fiercely, stupidly proud—to announce that he hated the twins. Because the morning after, when sunlight stabbed through the curtains like an accusation, he genuinely wished a train would flatten him rather than force him to move. Every muscle screamed. His hips felt dislocated. His
It had already been a week, but the twins were still as clingy as ever—if not more. They followed Li Han everywhere, insisting he might leave them again. Their possessiveness was as strong as always, sometimes so instinctive they didn’t even realize it. Whenever someone entered their office, one of
It was a lazy weekend afternoon, the kind where the sun filtered through half-drawn blinds in lazy golden stripes across the polished concrete floor. Zhao Kai and Liu Jian had finally had enough of Yang Jun's endless excuses and complaints. They decided—more like declared—that today was the day t
A week had passed since the fire, yet Zhao Kai and Yang Jun still had not been able to properly reach Liu Jian. At first, they had tried constantly. Calls were placed at odd hours, messages sent early in the morning and late at night, each one carefully worded so it would not feel intrusive. Eventu



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