Hey my lovelies!! Update time! Zhou's story still continues. (Honestly! This was meant to be only a single chapter, a subplot! And I can't seem to finish it!)😶😶
For those who are wondering when am I gonna update my other stories, I'm gonna do that once I am done writing Zhou's past. I get only a few hours at night to write and I doze off at the office. And I brought work at home this weekend.😭😭😭 I'm a sad, miserable panda now.😭😭😭
A HUGE thanks to all those nice and kind and sweet and lovely people who commented/messaged me to cheer me up and gave me so much positivity. Thank you so much, love! I really needed it. I am blessed with the perfect readers in the world!😍😍😍💗💗💗
My hugs and love to struggle_wind for never failing to make amazing covers on my chapters. They are on Instagram!😍😍😍 Love you, babe!💗💗😀
I wanted to write something more but have forgotten as I am taking thiiiiiiis big yawns right now. Like a hippo.😀😀
End of rant. You can start reading which I wish you enjoy!
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Zhou's Story Pt-3
WeiZhou’s insides burned as if doused with the most potent acid.
He had justified his actions last night as his sacrifice for JingYu’s well being, to give him a secure future and save him from his father’s grudge. But he never imagined it would be this torturous to follow it through.
His eyes tracked the tall, handsome figure clad in dark blue silk robes, the colour that WeiZhou himself had chosen for him. JingYu looked beautiful, as he always did. There was a devastating quality to his beauty but today he was on fire, burning his way through the celebration hall. He smiled with more enthusiasm than he ever did, interacted with people voluntarily, laughed heartily at some inane joke and all the while kept Zing with him. The girl was baffled at this sudden attention and looked shyly at JingYu, a pale pink blush adorning her face. JingYu returned those smiles every time.
Even the air tasted bitter to WeiZhou.
He went to a deserted part to breathe a little, getting dizzy from the constant heartache he felt, but no such luck for him. Facing the wide open window stood two figures, one was small and delicate, the other was tall and.......used to be WeiZhou’s.
JingYu leaned closer to Zing and said something which made the girl laugh. The soft tinkering sound stung WeiZhou’s ears. He clasped the wooden frame of the wall tightly to keep himself upright. This was not meant to be. He was supposed to be happy seeing JingYu happy.
Seeing JingYu happy with someone else. For someone else. He was supposed to be relieved knowing that JingYu had heeded his request. He was not WeiZhou’s anymore.
He staggered away from there.
JingYu was not his anymore.
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“Ah, brother! Standing here all alone?” Came JingYu’s cheerful voice.
And of course he was not alone, a petite looking Zing was by his side.
“This day is yours. You should be surrounded with people, not me,” WeiZhou replied with a forced smile.
“True,” the taller boy agreed, “it is really humbling to see how far some people can go to warrant my happiness.”
JingYu’s eyes sharpened like a predator’s and WeiZhou averted his eyes, not willing to fall into that trap. Instead, he smiled at Zing, “Are you enjoying the celebration?”
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