After arriving home, Gao Sijin opened the fridge and took a large gulp of barley tea.
If Yu Qingxue saw him sitting on the sofa slowly drinking tea like this, she would definitely mock him for being an old man.
Before he met her, Gao Sijin would spend his time in this rental apartment trying to brainstorm stories. Now, returning to the apartment only made him feel lonely.
Among many philosophers, Gao Sijin agreed most with Schopenhauer’s views. It was by relying on his perspectives that Gao Sijin was able to find a way to compromise with his own solitude.
Schopenhauer once said: “Society is like a blazing fire. The wise man warms himself at a proper distance, while the fool either burns himself by getting too close or shivers in the cold because he stays too far away, complaining about the heat.”
Gao Sijin, who once looked down on the “herd” of humanity from the height of his own isolation, had now grown tired of living alone.
He had only been away from Yu Qingxue for 3 hours, yet his mind was completely filled with her.
“Whatever, I should just sit down and write.”
But now, even when he tried to write his novel, his mind was filled with her shadow. He opened the reader comment section on the novel website.
Yuki no Shizuku gifted the author a **Little Luo Heart** ღ( ´･ᴗ･` ) Heart.
Yuki no Shizuku gifted the author a **Little Luo Heart** ღ( ´･ᴗ･` ) Heart.
Yuki no Shizuku gifted the author a **Little Luo Heart** ღ( ´･ᴗ･` ) Heart.
A single **Little Luo Heart** was a donation of 1,000 yuan. On the day Yu Qingxue had gotten Gao Sijin drunk, she had insisted on sending 100 of them, completely dominating Gao Sijin’s comment section.
In his mind, he saw her walking gracefully, appearing in a black dress with the red ribbon tied to the ends of her hair swaying in the wind.
‘That heroine in the novel should have been the female lead of my next book, but she looks exactly like Yu Qingxue.’
Her every frown and smile tugged at Gao Sijin’s heartstrings.
In his imagination, she held up a glass of red wine soaked in candlelight, revealing a deep, dreamy crimson.
His heart, which had been silent for many years, had turned into a surging wave ever since Yu Qingxue appeared.
Because of her, Gao Sijin’s hands paused over the keyboard for a long time. He wrote and stopped, then deleted and edited, feeling as though he could not write a novel he was satisfied with no matter what.
Just then, the reader who had added Gao Sijin as a friend not long ago sent a private message.
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Hey.”
Ai: “I’m here.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Was the blind date fun these past few days?”
Ai: “My feelings are complicated. The woman I met is so perfect that it makes me feel inferior…”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “But I think you’re a successful person.”
Ai: “I think there’s a quote that describes my current thoughts quite well.”
Ai: “Cowards fear even happiness; they are hurt even by cotton, and sometimes even by happiness itself.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “You really are a sentimental person, Gao.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “I don’t want to be a great writer, and I certainly don’t want everyone to heap praise on my books. blindly flattering others only leads to losing oneself. I only hope that one day, while walking down the street, I’ll see someone holding a book I wrote, sitting on a park bench and finishing it, saying with a happy face, ‘This is a really interesting book.'”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “I remember those are your words, Gao.”
Ai: “I don’t remember ever saying something so grand.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “You will say it. Even if you don’t say it today, you’ll definitely say it one day in the future.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “By the way, aren’t you curious how I know your surname is Gao?”
Ai: “It is a bit strange. I haven’t revealed my name online at all.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Because I’m your fiancée. In the future, we will become husband and wife, living a happy and perfect life with two children.”
Ai: “I have absolutely no memory of that.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Of course you don’t, because none of it has happened yet. But that day is getting closer and closer. You are my property, Gao, and no one can change that.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “I am the person who knows you best and loves you most in this world. Every minute and every second I exist in this world, I am looking forward to meeting you again and draining you completely.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “Please allow me to introduce myself. I am your future wife, Gao Lixu, 18 years old.”
Ai: “Even now, I still can’t believe you. I’m not even sure of your gender.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “It’s fine. This is the virtual world of the internet, after all. Sooner or later, we will meet in reality, and then all misunderstandings will be resolved.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “You just need to remember that I’m the person who loves you most in this world.”
Gao Sijin looked at the computer screen, hesitating to speak.
In fact, deep down, Gao Sijin already felt that she was a girl.
But now, his heart already belonged to someone else.
After hesitating for a long while, Gao Sijin decided to be honest. He didn’t want to be a scumbag.
Ai: “I’m sorry, but I already have someone I like.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “It doesn’t matter. No matter who you like, we will end up together in the end. This is a fate you cannot escape, Gao.”
He felt that her view on love was a bit too heavy. That paranoid personality fit perfectly with most of the heroines in Gao Sijin’s books.
Just then, she sent another photo.
She wasn’t wearing the kimono from last time, but a snow-white Lolita dress. Her silky black hair draped over her chest like a waterfall, looking particularly beautiful under the dim candlelight.
She was smiling.
That smile was incredibly enchanting, her dark red eyes filled with a love that seemed like an unbreakable thread.
In her lily-white palm, she also held a pair of silver handcuffs. Her expression seemed to say, “I’ll arrest you sooner or later.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “This is today’s bonus. If you like it, I’ll send you a photo of myself every day from now on.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “I want to completely fill your heart and make you mine forever.”
Seeing her photo, Gao Sijin finally remembered the heroine he wanted to write.
He wanted to write a younger sister character who loved wearing Lolita dresses. Through unremitting efforts, she would lock her non-blood-related older brother in an exquisite birdcage, making him her exclusive captive.
It was her sickly and paranoid smile that gave Gao Sijin inspiration.
That night, Gao Sijin kept writing and never stopped.
Gao Sijin liked yandere girls, especially those who were the confinement type.
Ai: “Thank you. I suddenly have inspiration.”
Xiao Ai’s Fiancee: “I’m glad I could help you.”
He had once thought he would grow old alone, but he never expected to meet them.
Gao Sijin felt he was truly fortunate.
Yu Qingxue and Gao Lixu.
Their names were both so pleasant to hear.
At 1:00 AM, after finishing his novel, Gao Sijin lay on the bed with a sense of relief.
There were 7 hours left before he had to go to work. He had to fall asleep early before then.