BLINDED BY LOVE

MATCHMAKING

With Pon’s unwelcoming attitude, Sailub eventually left.

Pon didn’t see him off, as if he didn’t care whether Sailub stayed or left.

But when he heard the sound of the door closing in the living room from afar, his heart trembled.

He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

The scent of osmanthus in the room had disappeared almost completely, and the cold wind blew in from the window, but there still seemed to be Sailub’s breath lingering in the room.

Steady, heavy, like spices and wood burning together.

Pon leaned back, his slender neck curving.

He still felt a bit sore, he hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone for eight years, so last night was too stimulating for him.

But after intimacy, all that was left was emptiness.

Sailub asked him if there would be a next time.

He didn’t know.

Emotionally, he was pitiful, shameless, still longing for the warmth Sailub’s body.

But even if they continued to entangle, what could he gain?

He just wanted to untie the knot in his heart.

The person who made him unable to escape from his nightmare was Sailub.

He wasn’t doing well.

So he also wanted to see Sailub suffer.

Just that.

But just as the sky darkened, he woke up from his sleep and met Sailub’s eyes.

His heart pounded, as if he thought he was dreaming again.

And when he realized this was reality, he felt very cowardly, and for a moment, he wanted to cry.

He knew better than anyone else.

For these eight years, he had never stopped loving this person.

But this was an unhealthy relationship, as his therapist had said.

If he wanted to heal, he should learn to let go, not persist in delusion.

After that day, Pon hardly ever opened his message list again.

He didn’t add Sailub on WeChat, and when Sailub occasionally sent him a text, he didn’t read it, pretending there was no such person.

That night was like a traceless dream, leaving no ripples in his life.

But on Monday, he received a call from his brother, asking if he was coming home this weekend.

“You haven’t been back for so long, your sister and I miss you. Since you started working, you’ve been so busy, just like your sister back then. How come our family only produces workaholics?”

Way was wearing soft pajamas, cooking soup in the kitchen.

Since he turned thirty-five, he gradually retired from the business world and focused on managing the rear for Davika.

He wasn’t very interested in doing business in the first place, although he had outstanding abilities.

This wasn’t his passion, but he did it to help Davika.

Now the group was thriving, and Davika was killing it on the battlefield, fully capable of taking charge.

He was happy to take a back seat and firmly prevent any power struggles within the group.