Love and murder are the sa, they will always be exposed. W. Congreve
Lu Junchi lowered his head and gazed at Su Hui. He was lying on the couch, breathing lightly, completely defenseless in his sleep.
For a mont, he suddenly had the urge to lean down and kiss him, but in the end, he just gazed at him and gently traced the slightly pale cheek with the tip of his finger, deciding to give up.
Perhaps it was just drunken rambling?
Just like complints between friends.
Soone had said similar things to him before as a joke
Lu Junchi admitted that in their daily interactions and through each case, his feelings for Su Hui had been growing day by day.
This person held an important place in his life, and he cared about him all the ti. Seeing him would bring joy to his mood, while being away from him would cause uneasiness.
He acknowledged that these were signs of love, but he preferred to silently protect him.
The more it ca to this point, the more he hesitated.
He kept asking himself, Are you ready to say goodbye to the past? Are you ready to start a relationship?
He was a cautious person, treating life and emotions like handling a case. When everything began, he couldnt help but wish to see all kinds of situations and all possible outcos.
But life had so many variables, and even the most ticulous person couldnt prevent all unexpected events and oversights. There would be sadness, joy, happiness, and pain
Perhaps that was the unique charm of life.
Lu Junchi was accustod to giving his all, living, working, and loving with seriousness.
This habit, if both parties were willing, could build a strong fortress for love. However, if applied when one wasnt mature enough, it could beco a trendous pressure and burden.
Now, he had matured a lot, gone past the age of recklessly giving everything for love. He would consider others feelings more, and even before starting, he was worried about hurting Su Hui.
He shooed Hemingways clingy cat out of Su Huis arms, then carried Su Hui to the bed and laid him down. When he returned to the living room, the laptop screen was still on, displaying a pop-up advertisent.
1231 people near you are browsing this website.
eting the right person is the beginning of love.
*Ah the horror of pop-up ads. Anyone who reads Manga on illegal sites must know the trauma caused by these random ads *Young hot single mom looking for a strong man* *Make 10k dollars in a month* *How this drink(gunk juice made lose 50 kgs in 2 weeks* etc.
The right person.
Lu Junchi closed the dating website ad, but in his mind, a figure without a specific face erged.
He thought that with the passage of ti, that figure would gradually blur, but when he recalled that person, every tiny mory ca alive, almost vivid, along with those indescribable emotions that flooded over him.
Lu Junchi first heard Poets alias from soone elses mouth, who said that the poet was the most brilliant one in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
He thought that excessively talented individuals tend to be sowhat arrogant, so when he initially left comnts to the poet, seeking advice, he didnt have high hopes for a response.
But Poet replied to him.
Straight to the point, dissecting and resolving the problem with precision, and finally asking, Do you understand?
Unexplainably, he really liked that rhetorical question from the Poet. Even through the screen, he could sense the poets spirited deanor.
Clever, proud, with a touch of sarcasm, that was his initial impression of the poet.
At first, they were like familiar online acquaintances who hadnt t in person. Poet tirelessly answered his questions, patiently providing explanations. Every ti this happened, he secretly marveled at the poets analysis in his heart.
Sotis they would also discuss things unrelated to cases, from major social issues to which breakfast shop was good. If the Poet truly was a poet, he thought Poet should be a romantic poet.
Soone who would passionately extol truth, goodness, and beauty, and at the sa ti, vehently criticize darkness, piercing through current affairs and societal flaws.
He was a completely different existence from himself.
He liked this kind of poet, just like how he loved poetry collections in his study when he was a child, and he loved all the pure and carefree beautiful things.
Lu Junchi attempted to fantasize about Poet, envisioning his appearance in his own world. It was the most romantic thing he, a scientifically inclined man with no imagination, had ever done.
Once, they discussed a case related to homosexuality, and when the topic of the percentage of the population being homosexual ca up, Poet said, In fact, the term a minority of people can no longer describe homosexuals in life. In China, 1% of adults are homosexual, and in so foreign countries, the percentage even reaches 3% to 8%. On Earth, this constitutes a human group numbering in the billions.
Yes, he was that one in a billion.
He said to Poet, Maybe its because in our upbringing, weve always been taught that this is sothing wrong. Many people hide and suppress their true nature.
Poet replied, Sotis the more you suppress, the more it backfires.
What does Poet an?
Does Poet discriminate against homosexuality?
Lu Junchi had so many questions. He edited and revised but never managed to ask directly, I also believe that loving soone of the sa sex is not deviant desire. Love cannot be confined by anything. Everyone has different preferences when it cos to choosing a partner. Not every boy who reads fairy tales will fall in love with a princess; perhaps they will fall in love with a prince.
He had forgotten where he had read a similar taphor.
Poet fell silent for a mont and said, I only love princes.
Lu Junchi was taken aback. He heard the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone, along with his own heartbeat.
too.
Looking back on that conversation, Lu Junchi felt that if he had been bolder at that ti, he could have said, Youre like my prince.
He felt like a devout knight, willingly kneeling at Poets feet, even though he might just be one of the many admirers and pursuers. He hoped he could be by Poets side.
He didnt know when this feeling had started. He had never liked anyone before, only realizing later that he might have feelings for Poet.
In Poets view of love, most people are visual creatures and develop affection based on appearance.
But Lu Junchi felt like an emotional creature, better suited for this kind of unseen infatuation.
At that ti, he had never t Poet, but Poet had seen him and even ntioned, I saw you in the yard earlier. That dark-colored outfit suits your temperant.
After that, whenever he bought clothes, he always chose dark colors.
One ti, they encountered an ergency and had to apprehend a suspect. Poet said to him, Go for it, my Deputy Lu. That nickna scratched his heart like cats claws.
Fortunately, Lu Junchi had a steadfast character and completed the task calmly and without incident.
Then ca the New Year holiday that year, and Lu Junchi rarely took vacations. He had never felt that the New Year holiday could be so long. When he returned to work, he finally added Poets private mobile number.
Lu Junchi was still a little apprehensive. Your identity is confidential. Is it okay to give your phone number?
Poet replied, Keeping my identity confidential is for our personal safety. Will you leak my number to the outside?
Lu Junchi quickly responded, Absolutely not. He wanted to protect Poet and wouldnt do anything detrintal to him.
Poet said, Youre not a bad person, so what harm would it do to give you my number? Besides, this mobile number was assigned by the municipal bureau. You cant trace any information from it.
On the way back that day, he kept reciting these familiar digits in his mind. They seed to have a magical power, making his mood uncontrollably joyful.
He really wanted to dial that number, to hear Poets voice more, but he was afraid of disturbing him.
When Lu Junchi arrived ho, his brother glanced at him and asked, Brother, did sothing good happen to you today?
Only then did he realize that he had been smiling all the way back.
Later on, one day, Poet complained about being pressured by family to find a girlfriend, and Lu Junchi comforted him with a few words.
Poet fell silent for a mont and suddenly said, Lu Junchi, I think I kind of like you.
The young, clear voice was direct and straightforward in expressing affection.
At that mont, a bird happened to fly by outside the window, and Lu Junchi held onto his phone, lost in his thoughts.
Poet said, Maybe its a bit inappropriate. Just pretend you didnt hear it.
Lu Junchi was afraid that Poet would hang up, and he nervously listened to his own heartbeat. No, I like you too. He paused for a mont and whispered, I really, really like you.
He felt that no matter how much Poet liked him, he wanted to love him a little more. But he never dared to say it, fearing that if he did, even their ordinary friendship would be lost. He felt that there was a big gap between them and would rather silently treat him well.
But now, Poet had taken the initiative to bring it up.
During that ti, Lu Junchi almost felt like it was the most beautiful mory in his life.
Initially, they never ntioned eting in person. It was a platonic kind of relationship. They had mutual affection and mostly communicated through phone calls and chats.
Lu Junchi knew well that loving soone wasnt just about words, especially in todays society and when they worked together. There were more things they needed to consider, and he would make efforts to lay the groundwork for those things.
Until that business trip when Lu Junchi said to Poet, I counted the stars you gave , and there are already ninety-nine.
Poet said, Then lets et when you co back. Ill personally give you the last star.
Lu Junchi replied, Okay, Ill finish things on that side as soon as possible.
During that ti, he thought about many things: the location of their first date, what kind of clothes to wear, where they would live in the future, and even how to introduce the other to his family.
But he never imagined that the outco would be like this in the end.
Im sorry, we cant et anymore.
He wanted to find him and clarify things, but shortly after, he never dialed that phone number Poet had given him.
Recalling this, Lu Junchi felt a slight bitterness in his eyes. He closed the webpage, turned off the light, and sat quietly in the darkness.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. Could the person he was looking for be Su Hui?
When he was with Su Hui, sotis his figure seed to overlap with Poets.
If that was his Poet
He wanted to hold him in his arms and shield him from the worlds flas and bullets.
Authors note: The countdown begins, and after so consideration, I changed the chapter label. The transition of emotions will be placed at the end of the previous case.
*Love, like murder, always gets exposed. W. Congreve
TN: I looked for this quote everywhere but couldnt find it. Not even under quotes by the stated author. If anyone has heard of it before, kindly educate .
I have dabbled in all the fairy tales children can get, but I dont love princesses. I only love princes, especially the ones who have been killed or are destined for a tragic fate. Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima.
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