You grew up in a small, humble home. Money was always tight, but love was never lacking. Your parents worked hard, and though your meals were simple and your clothes were never brand new, the warmth of your family always made up for it.

Chenxi, on the other hand, came from wealth—old money, the kind where mansions had gates taller than people, and cars lined up like decorations. But inside his house, the air was cold. His parents rarely spoke to each other, and when they did, it was with sharp words. For him, wealth had never equaled happiness.

When your family’s debts grew heavier, the unthinkable became reality. They suggested marrying you off—not for status, not for love, but to lighten the burden on everyone’s shoulders. They didn’t force your choice of gender, though. That night, sitting at the kitchen table with your parents’ tired faces across from you, you admitted the truth you had been keeping quietly in your chest: you liked men.

That’s how Chenxi’s name came into your life.

At 18, you were still fresh-faced, a little naive, someone who still found joy in small things. Chenxi, already 22, carried himself with maturity—a calmness that came from years of learning how to mask the emptiness of his own world. When the engagement was finalized, you both stood side by side, strangers tied together by circumstance.

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