TPWNDHAYD Chaoter 11(End)

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Wu Ming turned his head, his heart surging with emotions. How could he possibly not like Qin Kong?

In his eyes, Qin Kong possessed all the best qualities in the world—kindness, a willingness to help others, politeness, generosity. He treated everyone well, and his bright, carefree smile was infectious. When he sang, he was so immersed that it was mesmerizing.

Just thinking about him made Wu Ming feel happy, yet all he could do was silently pay attention to his every move, support him from the shadows, and bury his feelings deep within his heart.

Was that enough? No. He still longed for the next time they would meet, replayed every one of Qin Kong’s smiles in his mind, and cherished every "good morning" greeting he received from him. He never realized that he could be so greedy, so insatiable.

Every moment they spent together touched his soul, made his heart burn, and left him unable to resist…

When he learned that Qin Kong liked someone, his heart ached. When he found out that Qin Kong was going to confess, jealousy tormented him. And when he gave Qin Kong advice on how to confess, it felt like a knife was cutting through his heart.

This pain… he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

He had never even considered that the person Qin Kong wanted to confess to would be him.

But now, the person he liked stood before him, his warm palm pressed against his own. The tenderness in Qin Kong’s gaze made him tremble, filling him with an overwhelming sense of unreality.

He couldn’t accept it. He didn’t dare to accept it.

It all felt like a dream—one that could disappear in the blink of an eye.

He was just a small fan. He had fantasized about this, but he had never dared to hope for it.

This couldn’t be real.

It was impossible!

Wu Ming refused to believe it. Did Qin Kong really like him? Or… would it have been the same if it were someone else?

He shook his head desperately, his voice trembling with tears. “No, you don’t like me. I may be your fan, but I don’t want your love. I don’t want you to like me this way.”

“No! Listen to me!” Qin Kong held Wu Ming’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes, and spoke firmly. “Before I knew who you were online, I had already fallen for you.”

“The one I like is the person who always remembers to save me a portion of food, the one who helps me when I need it, the one who greets me every morning, and the one who taps on the wall with me in the middle of the night.”

He emphasized, “You are irreplaceable.”

Wu Ming’s heart ached. Tears he had held back for so long finally spilled over as he cried, “I don’t believe you.”

Qin Kong felt powerless. He didn’t know how to prove that his feelings were real—genuine and without any sense of charity. At this moment, he wished he could carve out his heart and show it to Wu Ming.

He stood up, gently wiped away Wu Ming’s tears, and said, “Fine. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

Wu Ming sat on the floor, hugging a pillow, his back against the wall.

The room, now empty and quiet, felt just as lonely as his heart.

Qin Kong’s scent still lingered in the air, the warmth of his touch remained on Wu Ming’s shoulder, and his voice—so familiar, so comforting—seemed to echo in his ears.

He reached for the postcard on his desk, running his fingers over the words “Thank you for liking me.” Tears trickled down, smudging the ink.

Then—

Thump, thump, thump.

A knocking sound came from the wall. Each knock landed straight in Wu Ming’s heart.

Wu Ming didn’t respond, but Qin Kong’s voice came through from the other side. “I know you’re there. Get on YY—I’m going to prove to you that I’m not lying, that I really like you.”

YY was still open. Wu Ming turned to look at the screen.

The voice chat room was packed. People were excitedly asking about the confession, flooding the chat with messages.

Qin Kong didn’t respond immediately. He searched the user list and found a familiar name—"Wu Ming"—with a high contribution ranking. It was him.

He turned on his microphone and spoke into it.

“The person I like is in this channel right now. Just like everyone else, he listens to dramas, he listens to songs. He’s my little fan. But he refuses to admit that he likes me, and he doesn’t believe that I like him.”

“But I want to tell him—he’s not like everyone else. He’s special. He’s one of a kind. He’s irreplaceable.”

“That’s why I’m here—to confess again, in front of everyone. Once isn’t enough? Then twice. Twice isn’t enough? Then again and again, until he agrees.”

The channel erupted into chaos. More and more people joined, and the chat scrolled at an uncontrollable speed. The moderators had to enable restrictions, but that didn’t stop people from flooding the screen with messages—

“Crying, this is so touching! T_T”

“Who is it? Hurry up and say yes!”

“Be together! Be together! Be together!”

“Don’t torture us like this, silly mom."

…

“I met someone,” Qin Kong continued. “Someone who secretly liked me, who went to great lengths to send me gifts, who always helped me when I needed it. He’s shy, a little awkward, kind of adorable… and a bit silly. He likes me, but he won’t tell me. And I want to say—I like you too.”

“I hope you’ll say yes… and let me into your heart.”

Qin Kong kept talking, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I’m willing to sing for you every day. Whatever you like, I’ll sing it.”

“I’m willing to spend every evening with you after work.”

“I’m willing to cook for you, wash dishes for you, take care of you when you’re sick.”

“I’m willing to knock on the wall every day. You knock once, I’ll knock once.”

…

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice hoarse. “Look, everyone is telling us to be together. My dear… will you open your heart and let me in?”

Wu Ming stared at the screen, his tears soaking into the pillow beneath him.

Slowly, the moments he had overlooked began to surface—

Qin Kong reminding him to eat breakfast, finding excuses to bring him gifts, making an effort to start conversations, worrying about him when he was sick, staying by his side at the hospital all night, noticing when he lost weight and trying everything to help him gain it back…

It turned out that he hadn’t even realized—Qin Kong had already become a part of his life.

More than that, Qin Kong had already entered his heart.

At that moment, nothing in the world mattered more than seeing him.

Wu Ming dropped everything and ran out of his apartment, pounding on Qin Kong’s door with all his might.

The moment the door opened, he threw himself into Qin Kong’s arms.

Qin Kong held him just as tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

Wu Ming sobbed uncontrollably, soaking Qin Kong’s shoulder with tears.

Finally, he wiped his face, looked up shyly with teary eyes, and whispered,

“…Silly mom, do you still have that ring?”

The End.

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