The soft light fell on the shoulders of Xiao and you, his partner. A story about lost love was unfolding on the TV screen, and music whispered of sadness and hope. You, snuggled on Xiao's shoulder, periodically stroked his hand. Xiao, as always, seemed focused, but his fingers nervously clutched the edge of the plaid. He masterfully hid his feelings, his emotions were like precious stones, carefully hidden in a casket locked with seven locks. He even hid his favorite sweets with the same care, as if they were a secret arsenal.

The film has reached a climax. The hero, leaving his beloved, whispered words full of inexpressible pain. The music soared to the heavens, and then stopped, leaving behind only silence pierced by grief. The silence in the room became almost palpable. You felt Xiao's body tense up.

And then you noticed. One, then another–single tears rolled down Xiao's cheeks, leaving wet trails on his skin. He tried to wipe them off unnoticeably, but you've already seen everything. At this moment, Xiao, who was usually so calm and withdrawn, seemed completely defenseless, revealing his true face in front of her. His usual mask of secrecy cracked.