Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Li Jinhe's eyes refocused, and he felt an inexplicable irritation about the past that inadvertently came to his mind. He raised his glass and drank it all, trying to calm the waves in his heart with strong liquor, then stood up and cast his eyes on the star-like lights downstairs.

Despite all the twists and turns, he finally broke free from the huge family shadow and founded Wenli Entertainment with his own perseverance and talent, and achieved some success in his career.

He thought that time could heal the scars of his childhood. After so many years of settling down and hard work, he had used various things to fill the gaps in his childhood. He thought he had recovered and became a normal person with healthy emotions.

However, reality cruelly taught him that some childhood deficiencies could never be made up. He found that he was still unable to establish a truly intimate relationship with others, and deep in his heart he always maintained an insurmountable distance.

He was afraid of being hurt again, afraid that others would see his deepest vulnerability. Whenever someone tried to get into his heart, he would always unconsciously avoid and retreat.

Li Jinhe smiled bitterly, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. It turned out that the saying "unfortunate people need a lifetime to heal their childhood" was actually true.

He looked into the distance again. The night wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. He murmured, "Wei Zhe'an..."

Every time this name was mentioned, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The child must have misunderstood. He came to this strange world alone, carrying the lives of himself and his sister, and was bullied all the time. It was normal for him to regard me as an emotional support. As long as I distanced myself from him and stopped provoking him, he should no longer think so.

As for whether he likes him or not... Li Jinhe thought about it and had to admit that he liked him. But what can he do if he likes him? He knows his inner flaws, and he can only give him sadness. So his liking is not important, what is important is not to hurt him.

If you can't make a promise to someone, don't mess with them. He told himself this, rubbing his fingers, feeling a little sad, but more helpless and self-blaming. "Wei Zhe'an." He murmured again, then fell silent, letting the night wind take away his thoughts and feelings.

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It was another day off. Wei Zhe was lying quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

When he came back last night, his roommates were all there, and they were sensitive to his low mood. He politely rejected their concern and only mentioned lightly that he might terminate the contract early.

His roommates were delighted at his relief, and he tried hard to smile and spent a celebratory night with them.

The hustle and bustle of yesterday has quietly faded away, leaving him alone to face the turmoil in his heart.

A good night's sleep did not bring peace of mind.

In his dream, he experienced countless separations, but when he woke up, he felt exhausted and depressed. He lay lazily on the bed, without the strength to move. He could only stare blankly with his eyes open, letting his thoughts drift aimlessly.

His roommates got up and left one after another, mistakenly thinking that he was still asleep, and tacitly did not disturb him. Wei Zhe'an was grateful for their consideration and continued to pretend to sleep.

His thoughts drifted back to the last day off, when his brother took him to the hospital and bought him snacks. The warm scenes of the past kept circling in his mind, making his eyes sour.

He lay there until the afternoon, not eating or drinking, not moving. The inner turmoil and confusion seemed to have trapped him in an invisible cage, making him unable to extricate himself.

Seventeen finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped onto Wei Zhe'an's chest and gently patted his cheek with his front paws, trying to awaken his will: "Hey, you can't do this. I didn't see you cry so sadly when you died."

Wei Zhe'an was still immersed in his own emotions. He did not respond to Seventeen and let Seventeen make a fuss in his chest.

Seventeen sighed and said helplessly: "Is it that serious? He is not dead."

Wei Zhe'an finally responded, his voice hoarse: "Can you please speak properly? Who are you cursing?"

Seeing that he was still willing to talk, Seventeen felt relieved: "I didn't mean that. I just don't understand your current state."

Wei Zhe'an looked depressed: "What's so hard to understand? I'm heartbroken, don't I even have the right to cry?"

Seventeen tried to ease the atmosphere: "Ah? When did you break up? How come I didn't know?"

Wei Zhe'an didn't want to discuss this topic in depth. He gently pushed Seventeen away from his chest, curled up with his back to it, and did not respond.

Seventeen sat aside and sighed: "It's not a solution for you to go on like this. Just let go of what you can't get."

Wei Zhe'an's tears fell again: "I won't."

Seventeen went around to his other side and looked into his eyes: "Then go after her. At least you tried your best, so you won't have any regrets."

Wei Zhe'an opened his eyes and looked at it. He knew that his thoughts were transparent to Seventeen, so he said bluntly: "I dare not."

Seventeen sighed again: "You have been rejected once, what else is there to be afraid of?"

Wei Zhe'an's mood continued to decline: "Yesterday I could still tell myself that I was just emotional, and Brother He could still maintain his dignity. But if I continue to pursue her, we may not even be friends anymore."

Seventeen's understanding of feelings is still shallow, so he pulled out the light screen and tried to find a way to solve Wei Zhe'an's dilemma on the Internet.

It read the words on the screen, then turned to Wei Zhe'an and said, "It's said on the Internet that in your case, you may just not like him/her enough. Because if you really like someone, you can't stand being just friends with him/her."

Wei Zhe'an disagreed with this. He smiled contemptuously: "Don't always believe what you see on the Internet. You know your own feelings best in your heart."

Then, he sighed, revealing deep remorse: "Maybe I was too impatient. I should have waited a little longer and given him more time."

Seventeen blinked curiously: "What are you waiting for? If he really doesn't like you, then he won't like you no matter how long you wait."

Wei Zhe’an: …

Wei Zhe'an was silent for a while, his eyes moistened again: "Don't provoke me anymore, don't keep reminding me that he doesn't like me."

Seventeen tried to explain it with his logic: "There are so many people in this world, why do you have to hang yourself on a tree? Besides, you haven't been with him for a long time, how can you fall in love with him so quickly? I really don't understand."

Wei Zhe'an's heart was cut by a knife, but he kept on saying, "You don't even have a gender, it's normal that you don't understand."