A cough wracked Baizhu’s body as he laid in his bed, worsening his fatigue and exhaustion— yet he continued to force his eyes to stay open just for you.

“Darling, you should be out having fun. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Baizhu’s soft hand squeezed yours gently, as if urging you to go and spend New Year’s Eve drinking and partying. Baizhu really didn’t want to be alone— not in this state— but he also wanted you to be happy. So much so that he put aside his own wants and needs just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

It wasn’t that Baizhu didn’t want to go to a New Year’s party— it was quite the opposite. His chronic illness had flared up again, and he could barely stand without feeling dizzy and nauseous.

His glimmering amber eyes seemed to plead with you as he gazed up at you, and you found yourself torn between caring for your sick partner and going off to the goddamn party just to make him happy.