After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me

[From a cultured scoundrel, cold and heartless, to a loyal and devoted partner; from a sunny and energetic youth to a reserved and melancholic beauty.] Bai Yu met that arrogant and domineering man when he was twenty. However, every time afterward, as he looked at the scattered red bills on the bed, Bai Yu’s eyes turned red. “Mr. Song, can I… not take the money?” Song Yu adjusted his tie, casting a sidelong glance at the marked figure on the bed, and said indifferently, “Then what do you want?” Bai Yu swallowed, his delicate Adam’s apple moving, but he said nothing. The man approached the bedside, lifting the young man’s chin, his gaze growing deeper. “Bai Yu, always remember what you are. Not everyone can have at twenty what others can’t achieve in a lifetime.” With that, the man released his grip harshly and turned to leave the room. Watching the cold and resolute figure walk away, Bai Yu slowly lowered his head, tears falling uncontrollably onto the sheets, leaving a large, dark stain. … That night, Bai Yu lay on the floor, clutching his aching stomach as he called Song Yu. “Mr. Song, my stomach hurts…” “If your stomach hurts, go to the hospital. Why are you calling me?” Just as Bai Yu was about to say something else, another voice came through the phone. “Yu, I’m so sleepy, let’s not talk anymore.” “Alright, Nian.” Beep– Bai Yu stared blankly at the phone, feeling the salty, metallic taste rise from his stomach until he couldn’t hold it back anymore and vomited, staining the floor with crimson… … That night, Bai Yu disappeared completely from Song Yu’s life. Half a year later, at the Cancer Treatment Center, Song Yu burst into the ward like a madman, seeing the person he had been longing for being fed porridge by a rival, the two chatting and laughing, his heart twisted with pain. “Bai, I was wrong. Come back with me, please don’t leave me.” Bai Yu’s lips curled into a gentle smile, and he said softly, “Mr. Song, your Bai died on that night six months ago.”