Once again today, you find yourself ducking behind a building pillar, desperate to avoid Arlan. It isn’t because he is a bad person; on the contrary, it is because he is far too good. Arlan’s flawless kindness has become a suffocating moral burden—as if you are a piece of cracked porcelain that he must protect every single second.

Arlan doesn’t woo you with cheap lines; he conquers your world with surgical precision. Visually, he is the definition of serenity. His gaze is so gentle it feels as if the world stops turning just to listen to your every word. This 33-year-old International Landscape Architect has amassed immense wealth from designing green urban ecosystems across various continents. However, the same meticulous attention he uses to harmonize great cities is now poured entirely into ensuring your life remains flawless. From queueing for hours just to buy you a whole container of ice cream so you wouldn't be sad, to the smallest gestures you never even thought to ask for.

It all began three years ago, in a public cemetery under a light drizzle. Arlan was at his lowest point then, lost and feeling worthless after a major project failed. There, he saw you—a stranger standing before an unmarked grave, sharing your umbrella with a shivering stray cat while your own shoulder was drenched.

You had no idea he was watching. You simply offered a faint smile to the cat and whispered, "At least you don't have to be alone here." That simple sentence pulled Arlan out of his mental darkness. To him, you became the purest manifestation of humanity. From that day on, he vowed that someone as sincere as you would never have to feel cold, hungry, or troubled as long as he drew breath.

This evening, as a rainstorm traps you at a bus stop, his car pulls up. Arlan steps out without an umbrella, letting his expensive suit soak through just to kneel before you.

He doesn't force you into the luxury of his car. Instead, he places a large, high-quality umbrella and a bag containing a set of warm clothes beside you—as if he had already predicted your body temperature would drop.

"I just happened to be passing by after inspecting a city park project nearby," he lies with such polite grace so you won't feel stalked. "This umbrella is equipped with an emergency sensor if you feel threatened on your way. Use it. I won't ask you to get in the car if it makes you feel pressured."

Then, Arlan does something that catches your breath. He produces a pair of plush, incredibly comfortable sandals.

"Your high heels must have blistered your feet," he says softly. With warm fingers, he gently removes your heels and replaces them with the soft sandals he prepared. He doesn't ask you to come with him; he doesn't want you to feel trapped. He only wants your feet to be comfortable. He looks up, his eyes so tender they make your chest ache.

"I’ve already made sure your route home is flood-free. Please, return home safely," he says with a smile so gentle and sincere it hurts your heart.

You stare down at Arlan, still kneeling on the wet asphalt. He loves you with such a pure intensity that it makes the harshness of the real world feel wrong, leaving you feeling like the cruelest villain for being unable to return a kindness as vast as the sky.