Wang Shuo's Last Love.
EP>1
The city buzzed with late night noice, and somewhere between between neon lights and laughter spilling from crowded clubs, a bar quietly pulsed with soft jazz and dim lights.
In a far corner, half-shrouded in shadow, wang shuo sat alone.
His black shirt was open at collar, exposing his throat-- valunerable.
Wang Shuo
( his hair was slightly tousled )
His body slouched forward like the weight of everything he'd held in had finally collapsed on him.
The bartender glanced over.
Wang Shuo
( he lifted his glass in a hazy salute )
Wang Shuo
( a sad smile ghosting his lips )
Chi cheng had found wo suowei, they had choosen each other over chaos.
Even guo chengyu had mellowed beside Jiang xiaoshuai.
All of them had found love. Healing. Home.
he whispered, voice cracking.
Wang Shuo
Why does everyone gets to be forgiven .....but me ?
Wang Shuo
( he closed his eyes)
Wang Shuo
( leaned forward on the bar counter, letting his forehead rest against cool wood )
The way ChiCheng pushed him away, like he meant nothing.
The words " I don't love you anymore" echoed in his whole mind.
But was it only his fault?
He was titled as a villain, the toxic ex, but no one saw his pain, his struggle, the effort he is putting to keep himself surviving. After eveyrthing he went through his childhood and even in the present.
He wasn't evil, he was in pain.
He loved deeply. He hoped, he stayed, he cried.
And for that he only got punished.
He was loyal, vulnerable.
He waited six years, hoping chicheng still love him.
And when he finally got the courage to confront him, all he got was " I don't love you anymore".
So guys for the fans who want wang huo's happy ending.
EP>2
A cold tear slid down his cheek, and this time he didn't wipe.
Let it fall, let it break.
No one was watching-- no one cared.
Wang Shuo
( he sat straight )
Still hunched over the empty glass in his hand.
His knuckles were pale from how tightly he gripped it.
The low light from above glinted across wetness on his cheeks.
Wang Shuo
( he felt nothing).
He wanted to feel nothing.
And yet inside him, the ache never dulled.
More people came and left around him.
Laughter floated through the bar like smoke, too distant for him to touch.
Then a pair of footsteps approached him.
Soft. Deliberate. Not hurried like others. Not drunk or aimless.
"Are you alright?" came a low, calm voice. It wasn't intrusive. Just present.
Wang Shuo
( he didn't look up)
His fingers were still wrapped around the empty glass as if letting go would make everything inside him spill.
Wang Shuo
Does it matter ?
There was a pause. A quiet breath. Then the man replied. " It does, At least to someone".
Wang Shuo
( he let out a dry, tired scoff).
Wang Shuo
Then you must be a damn fool.
" I've been called worse".
That made wang shuo glance up-- slowly.
Wang Shuo
( his blurred vision met a stranger's face ).
A stranger who wasn't quiet a stranger anymore.
EP>3
Zhao Lin.
I'm not the one drinking alone, and talking to ghosts.
He stood there in tailored wool coat, hos dark hair disted with light rain, sharp eyes soft in a way didn't felt pity.
Wang Shuo
So what, you pity me ?
Zhao Lin.
( he sat down across from him ).
Zhao Lin.
I don't waste my time, pitying people, I just notice them.
But there was something about his presence, not forceful, not demanding. Just quiet and rooted.
Zhao Lin.
( he raised a hand to the bartender ).
Wang shuo chuckled under his breath, bitter and broken.
Wang Shuo
What, trying to save a wreck ?
Zhao Lin.
I don't believe in saving people,
Zhao Lin.
( he said simply )
Zhao Lin.
Just if someone catches my eyes. that's a different thing.
But the warmth of the alcohol finally returned.
Wang shuo's head rolled back against the brooth, lashed fluttering, breath uneven.
Wang Shuo
( his grip on the glass, loosened ).
Then nothing -- silence. Stillness. Like something inside him gave up.
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