You Are My Unreachable Grandeur [BL]

Extra Story of Bao Jian Zhi

I am a person who does not understand love.

I am an emotionless living corpse.

The price of becoming famous at a young age was too high, nearly unbearable for me.

I often wonder what the reason for my existence is.

And why some people are so deeply trapped in their emotions and cannot escape, is love really that important?

The first time I saw Ah Chen, it was as if I saw myself in the past, facing the death of loved ones, feeling sad and helpless, numbed by despair.

Saving him was a decision I have never regretted.

The first time I got drunk in front of him and lost my composure, I shared many secrets. I desperately needed to confide in someone.

Maybe from that moment on, I began to rely on him.

By the time I realized it was too late to fix anything, I was shocked to find that I might have fallen in love with him.

Leaving him was something I had never considered.

But he always felt inferior because of his background.

It pained me deeply.

Eight years ago, due to insufficient evidence, I couldn't seek justice for him.

I only managed to secure his freedom.

Eight years later, for the first time, I resorted to despicable means to put his parents in jail, but unexpectedly, I still ended up hurting him.

I could have torn those people to pieces.

But he seemed to have guessed, he grabbed my hand and asked me not to bloody my hands.

The day he left, I had a premonition.

Because the look he gave me was too sorrowful.

At the film festival, the sudden breaking of my Buddhist beads made me realize, he was really going to leave me.

I saw his art exhibition.

I don't understand art, but it seemed like I could see my own reflection in those paintings.

He told me not to come anymore.

I couldn't hold onto him.

In the days that followed, I felt like I was trapped in an unsolvable puzzle. Everything was revolving around it, with no way forward or back.

Bao Cong An told me, "If you can't let go, chase after him. Do you really want to see him with someone else?"

That ordinary afternoon, I chose to drop everything and go to Melbourne to find him.

When I arrived, it was dark and snowing heavily.

I stood behind him and watched him for a long time.

He had lost a lot of weight, probably neglecting to eat well because of his obsession with painting.

I made a call and told him I was getting married.

He looked very sad.

He secretly wiped away tears and wished me well.

Liar.

"Will you come with me before dawn?"

He turned around in shock.

Looking at him, my eyes slightly teared up.

"What's your answer?"

"If you don't want to, just hang up the phone, walk forward, and don't look back."

"If you do, I will come to you."

After I said the last sentence, I felt unexpectedly timid.

Hearing him say he was willing, seeing him step by step coming towards me, seeing him brush the snow off me.

The person I longed for for so long was right in front of me, very real, very clear.

I couldn't help feeling sad and shed tears.

At the wedding, he asked me if I would regret it.

Of course, I wouldn't.

I wish I could give him all my love.

I am above everything in this world, except for my loved one.

What is it like to like someone?

Ever heard of the Proust effect? It means that smelling a scent you've smelled before can trigger memories of that time. You'll remember that person during the most romantic moments, and that is what it's like to like someone.