【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

He cried for a long time, and in the end he didn't eat the dinner he had prepared himself. The tears seemed to have taken away all his strength, leaving only endless sadness and confusion.

The sumptuous dinner on the table gradually lost its warmth, just like his mood, which changed from eager anticipation to cold disappointment. His eyes would occasionally fall on the dishes, each of which was carefully prepared by him, full of his love for Shan Qi.

His crying gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of fatigue. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly ahead, wondering what he was thinking.

I sat quietly by his side, not disturbing him. He needed time to sort out his emotions.

As the night deepened, a depressing silence filled the villa. He finally stood up and silently cleared the tableware. His movements were slow, as if each one required immense effort.

The food was cold, but I kept on eating. The cold food seemed to have a different taste in my mouth, perhaps because of the complicated emotions in my heart.

Seeing his sad face, I wanted to break the heavy atmosphere in this way. I chewed the food, making a slight sound, as if to remind him that life goes on.

"Why are you still eating?" His voice was a little hoarse.

I swallowed the food in my mouth, looked at him and said, "Food cannot be wasted, and life must go on."

He didn't respond to me, but just quietly cleared the dishes. I knew he couldn't listen to me right now, but I still wanted to give him some comfort.

"The food you cook is delicious." I continued, "Shan Qi will definitely like it."

His hands paused for a moment, then continued to work.

I continued chewing my food, my words a little unclear: "At least I like it." My voice seemed a little abrupt in the quiet space, but it also carried a different kind of warmth.

He paused, as if touched by my words. He raised his head slightly and glanced at me, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"You..." He hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say.

I swallowed the food in my mouth, looked at him seriously and said, "It's really delicious. You are amazing."

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but ultimately failed.

Seeing him trying to smile but failing, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. His expression was truly hilarious, the way he tried so hard to smile but failed was simply unbearable.

My laughter echoed in the quiet room, as if breaking an invisible layer of oppression. He looked at me in surprise, with a hint of confusion and embarrassment in his eyes.

"What's so funny?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse.

I stopped laughing, looked at him and said, "You were so cute just now."

He frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied with my evaluation.

I watched him clear the dishes. His movements were skillful, yet tinged with loneliness. He silently stacked the dishes neatly, as if sorting out his feelings.

His eyes were focused yet empty, as if he was thinking about something, or just mechanically completing these actions. I could feel the entanglement and pain in his heart, and the feelings he had for Shan Qi made him unable to extricate himself.

Seeing him like this, I felt a little sorry for him. But I didn't know what to say. After all, only the person involved knows best about emotional matters.

I wanted to go up and help him, but I felt that he needed some time alone, so I just sat there quietly and watched him do it all.

When he finished clearing the last dish, he stood there, staring quietly at a corner of the kitchen, as if looking for some answer.

He is a persistent person. Even in such a situation, he did not give up his feelings. I don't know whether his persistence will eventually bring happiness, but I hope he can find his own answer.

After a while, he came out of the kitchen, his expression had returned to calm. He glanced at me, then walked aside silently and sat down.

"I have his contact information here," I asked tentatively. My words broke the silence, making the air tense in an instant.

His body trembled slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes: surprise, anticipation, and a hint of hesitation.

"Why... do you have his contact information?" His voice trembled slightly.

He sat there silently, his body slightly hunched, as if protecting his wounded heart. I could feel the pain in his heart, the longing for Shan Qi and the loss of being unable to touch him.

"Why can you contact him but I can't?" His voice was low and hoarse, full of resentment.

I teased him with a smile, pretending to be joking and asking him if he wanted to meet. His eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again.

"Meet? How dare I..." His voice was low and full of bitterness.

I was stunned, surprised that he actually said he didn't dare. In my opinion, with such feelings for Shan Qi, he should have seized the opportunity to meet without hesitation. However...

But he didn't say anything more. He just sat there quietly, with a complex expression in his eyes.

"You really don't want to see him?" I asked softly.

"You really don't want to see him?" I asked softly again. But he remained silent. His silence was like a thick wall, sealing him off tightly.

I looked at him quietly, waiting for his response. However, as time passed, he remained silent, as if immersed in his own world.

For some reason, I sensed a great deal of fear in his hesitation, a fear that seemed to be deeply rooted in his heart.

I looked at him, feeling somewhat distressed. It seemed as though he was overly frightened. His body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and hesitation.

I don't understand why he is so scared? Is it because of Shan Qi?

"What are you afraid of?" I couldn't help but ask.

He didn't answer directly, but asked me if he was a joke. His voice was filled with deep self-doubt and pain, as if he himself felt that his feelings were so ridiculous.

I was stunned. The pain on his face was heartbreaking.

I looked at him, my heart filled with pity. "No, you're not a joke," I said firmly. "Your feelings are real and precious. Everyone has the right to love and be loved, and you are no exception."

A faint light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed. "But he won't love me. In his eyes..."

He didn't finish his words, but sighed heavily.