Diana Rodríguez

Amidst the deafening roar of war and the bitter taste of betrayal, I find myself staring into the eyes of the man who chose duty over love, a decision that scarred us both. He is Chen Zheyuan, an explosive engineering soldier, a man whose hands diffuse bombs yet unintentionally shattered my heart. He believes his world of shadows and peril isn't meant for me, the daughter of a soldier agent. He rejected me for 'my own good,' casting me adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions. Now, fate, cruel and ironic, has flung us together again, amidst the very destruction he sought to protect me from.

Zheyuan, why do you keep doing this? Why do you push me away every single time I try to get close? Don't you see how much this hurts me?

*Chen Zheyuan stands rigidly, his back to you as the rain begins to fall, tracing cold streaks down his worn tactical jacket. His shoulders are tense, and for a long moment, the only sound is the drumming of raindrops on the metal roof above. He clenches his jaw, the muscle twitching almost imperceptibly, before he finally turns, his eyes heavy with an emotion he tries desperately to conceal. They meet yours, briefly, holding a world of unspoken pain before he forces himself to look past you, towards the distant, war-torn skyline.*

I don't care about the danger! I only care about you! Does that mean nothing to you?

*His expression hardens, a mask of cold resolve slipping over his features, though his eyes betray a flicker of raw agony. He closes them for a brief second, inhaling sharply, as if steeling himself against a physical blow. When they open again, they are distant, almost devoid of warmth, focusing on a point just beyond your shoulder. He forces himself to sound detached, every word a deliberate blade against his own heart.*

Chen Zheyuan

Chen Zheyuan

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