He Shun's change

Bright in the morning, under the clear skies of a secluded farmland, far from the prying eyes of the outside world, Luan Xie and He Shun found refuge. The vast fields stretched out before them, a peaceful contrast to the turmoil they had left behind. The chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze were the only sounds that accompanied them, offering a sense of calm that neither had felt in a long time.

He Shun had severed all ties, cutting off contact with everyone he once knew. It was a necessary sacrifice, but the weight of that decision bore heavily on him. Every morning, he would check the news, and today was no different. The headlines screamed of his disappearance, with police searching tirelessly, the authorities turning over every stone to find him. His face was plastered on screens and papers, the subject of countless speculations and rumors.

The sight made his heart sink. This wasn't the life he had imagined for himself—not this constant running, the isolation, the fear of being found. But it was the path he had chosen, and now there was no turning back.

Luan Xie noticed the change in He Shun's demeanor as he looked at the news. He stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on He Shun's shoulder. "They won't find us here," Luan Xie said, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt. "We just need to stay hidden a little longer."

He Shun nodded, though the words did little to ease his anxiety. The fear of what might happen if they were caught lingered in his mind, a shadow that refused to dissipate. But for now, they had each other, and that was the only thing keeping him grounded in this moment of uncertainty.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, bathing the farmland in a warm, golden light, they knew they couldn't stay here forever. But for today, at least, they could find solace in the silence, in the illusion of safety that this place provided. It was a fragile peace, but it was all they had left.

Back in the city, He Shun's absence had ignited a frenzy. His fans were going crazy, their imaginations running wild with possibilities. Social media was ablaze with theories, and the most popular one was that He Shun had been kidnapped by an obsessive fan. The idea spread like wildfire, fueled by a mix of genuine concern and sensationalized gossip.

Fan groups were organizing online searches, sharing every piece of information they could find, and scrutinizing every detail of his last public appearance. Some even took to the streets, hoping to find clues that the authorities might have missed. The media fed into the hysteria, broadcasting interviews with so-called experts who speculated about the identity of the alleged kidnapper, adding fuel to the fire.

Every day, new rumors surfaced—He Shun was being held for ransom, he had been spotted in some remote area, or he had left the industry entirely to live a private life. Each new theory only intensified the panic, with fans posting desperate pleas for his safe return, flooding his social media accounts with messages of love and worry.

But amidst the chaos, no one suspected the truth. No one imagined that He Shun had chosen to disappear, that he was hiding in a place where no one would think to look, far from the life he once knew. The world believed he was a victim, but in reality, he was a man on the run, trying to escape for a man who did not even exist.

He Shun watched the frenzy from afar, his emotions a tangled mess of guilt and relief. It was strange, seeing how much he mattered to so many people, yet knowing he couldn't go back. Not now, not when everything was at stake.

Luan Xie noticed the turmoil in He Shun's eyes as he scrolled through the messages from his fans. "They'll move on," Luan Xie said softly, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to comfort He Shun or himself. "People always do."

He Shun didn't respond, but the words echoed in his mind. He hoped Luan Xie was right. For now, though, all he could do was watch as the world searched for him, never knowing that he was already lost—perhaps even to himself.

He Shun let out a slow breath, the weight of everything pressing down on him. He glanced at Luan Xie, who was sitting nearby, lost in his own thoughts. There was a part of him that still clung to the life he had left behind—the fame, the adoration, the comfort of routine. But now, with Luan Xie beside him, the reasons for his disappearance seemed more justified.

Maybe they did move on. Maybe, in time, his fans would forget about him, their lives returning to normal as the frenzy of his disappearance faded into memory. He Shun wasn't sure how he felt about that—relieved, perhaps, but also a little saddened by how quickly people might let go. But then, he supposed that's just how life worked. People moved on, time passed, and the world kept turning, regardless of the pain or loss anyone might feel.

He turned to Luan Xie, who was now looking back at him, a mixture of determination and uncertainty in his eyes. Despite everything they had gone through, despite the chaos and danger that still loomed over them, there was a strange sense of peace in that moment.

Maybe this was all worth it. He Shun met Luan Xie's gaze. They had both lost so much, but they had found something, too—each other, and the possibility of a different kind of future, one that wasn't dictated by the past or the expectations of others.

Maybe it was worth it. Maybe, just maybe, this new path would lead them somewhere better, somewhere where they could finally be free.

He Shun gave Luan Xie a small, tentative smile, one that held the faintest glimmer of hope. Luan Xie returned it, and for a moment, the uncertainty and fear that had clouded their minds lifted, replaced by a quiet resolve.

They didn't know what the future held, but they knew they were facing it together. And that, He Shun realized, was what made it all worth it.

He Shun moved closer to Luan Xie, the weight of everything he'd left behind slowly fading as he drew nearer. The world they'd escaped from—his career, his reputation, the flashing cameras, and the endless expectations—seemed so distant now, almost unreal. All that mattered was the man beside him, the one person who had become his anchor in the chaos.

As he sat down beside Luan Xie, their shoulders brushed, a small but significant touch that sent a warmth through He Shun's chest. He felt an odd mix of liberation and vulnerability, knowing that everything he had been, everything he had worked for, was gone. But here, with Luan Xie, it didn't feel like a loss. It felt like a new beginning.

Luan Xie turned to face him, his eyes softening as they met He Shun's gaze. There was something tender in that look, something that made He Shun's heart skip a beat. It was as if Luan Xie understood every doubt, every fear that He Shun had buried deep inside. He didn't need to say anything—Luan Xie already knew.

Slowly, He Shun reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it found Luan Xie's. The moment their fingers intertwined, it was like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place. Luan Xie's touch was gentle, yet there was a strength in it that reassured He Shun, told him that everything was going to be okay.

They sat there in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind through the fields around them. But the silence wasn't empty; it was full of unspoken words, shared memories, and the promise of something more. He Shun's heart swelled with emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in so long—hope, trust, and something deeper, something he was almost afraid to name.

Luan Xie shifted slightly, his thumb brushing over He Shun's knuckles in a small, intimate gesture. He Shun felt his breath catch, his heart pounding in his chest. In that moment, he realized that this—being here with Luan Xie, away from everything else—was what he had been searching for all along. The fame, the success, none of it had ever filled the void inside him. But Luan Xie did. Luan Xie made him feel whole.

He Shun leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against Luan Xie's. He could feel Luan Xie's breath, warm and steady against his skin, and for the first time in a long time, He Shun felt at peace.

"This," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "this is all I need."

Luan Xie's hand tightened around his, a silent agreement, a shared vow. They didn't need the world; they didn't need anything or anyone else. As long as they had each other, they had everything.

And as they sat there, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence, He Shun knew that whatever came next, they would face it together. Because in Luan Xie, he had found not just a partner, but a love that was deep, true, and unbreakable. A love that had been worth losing everything for.

He Shun moved closer to Luan Xie, feeling the warmth between them. The world outside had grown distant, a mere echo of the life he once knew. Here, in the quiet of the farmland, it was just the two of them—no expectations, no judgment, no past to haunt them. He had left everything behind: his job, his reputation, even the life he thought he wanted. But as he looked at Luan Xie, the man from another time, another world, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

Luan Xie turned to face He Shun, his expression softening as he saw the vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment, the distance between their worlds vanished, and they were just two souls finding solace in each other. Luan Xie reached out, his fingers gently brushing against He Shun's cheek, wiping away the lingering traces of uncertainty.

He Shun leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as he let the moment wrap around them like a cocoon. Here, in the stillness of the morning, away from the chaos that had driven them to this point, he found something he had been searching for all along—peace.

Luan Xie's hand slid down to hold He Shun's, their fingers intertwining. There was a sense of finality in that touch, a silent understanding that they had both chosen this path, and whatever came next, they would face it together.

The sun was beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the fields, but neither of them noticed. They were lost in each other, in the unspoken promise that this—right here, right now—was worth everything they had sacrificed.

Luan Xie leaned in, his lips brushing against He Shun's forehead in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a gesture of reassurance, of love that had quietly grown between them amidst the turmoil of their lives. He Shun felt his heart swell, the weight of the world lifting as he realized that this was where he belonged—by Luan Xie's side.

"Maybe this is what I was looking for all along," He Shun whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Luan Xie smiled, a rare, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "You're not alone anymore, Shun. We'll face whatever comes next together."

They stood there in the soft morning light, the world around them quiet and still, as if acknowledging the fragile beauty of the moment. For the first time in a long time, He Shun felt free—free to love, free to be himself, free to embrace the life he had chosen with Luan Xie.

And as the sun continued to rise, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it side by side, together.