"Missing Angel"

After the tragic incident, Xiao Zhan's happy life collapsed the way the world expected it to.

Days became quieter. He learned how to exist without reacting, how to listen without answering, how to wake each morning and choose discipline over despair.

Fame, once expansive and generous, drew closer to his skin-less celebration, more vigilance. He stopped reading what strangers thought of him. Stopped reaching for reassurance. Stopped showing on camera who he actually was.

Work returned slowly, cautiously, like a tide testing unfamiliar ground. When it did, he was not like before at all.

The world took his laughter away and the worst was - that he gave it away.

Bowed deeply. Spoke less. Delivered more. Acting became less about being seen and more about staying steady.
He smiled when required. Thanked when appropriate. And in private,
He would still miss his past.

Certain joys that grew quieter, more fragile. But he did not become bitter. If anything, he became precise-about kindness, about boundaries, about what parts of himself the world was allowed to touch.

People called it resilience.
He thought of it as endurance.
His life continued not with triumph, but with integrity-step by step, role by role, breath by breath. And somewhere between surviving and rebuilding, he became someone the past could no longer undo.

Apart from all of this,
He still misses his "Angel".
This cruel world torn them apart in a way that they can't even see each other.
In public, he showed how he didn't care now - but in private, he would break down in silence, yearning for 'him' all the time.

He wished he could just turn back the time.
But is it possible?
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