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“Qiu Bai, what are you doing?” Zhang Yu exclaimed in shock.
“I’ve liked you for so long, but I can never be important to you. It’s always someone else who matters. Does it mean nothing that I’ve been behind you all this time?” Xu Qiubai, now trapped in this illusion, became increasingly stubborn.
“What are you talking about? Let go of me right now, or I won’t hold back,” Zhang Yu said, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
Xu Qiubai bit down fiercely on Zhang Yu's neck, provoking Zhang Yu to explode with rage. He broke free from the grip and retaliated, shouting, “What’s wrong with you? Get a grip!”
Despite being weaker than Zhang Yu, Xu Qiubai seemed possessed by some madness. He fought back fiercely, refusing to show any signs of defeat. It was as if he thought that since Zhang Yu didn’t love him, it would either end with Zhang Yu killing him or him completely defeating Zhang Yu. Their clothes were torn apart in the struggle, leaving them in a disheveled mess.
Suddenly, the floor of the laboratory cracked open beneath them, and they found themselves suspended in mid-air before plummeting downwards. Zhang Yu was too caught up in his anger to notice the change beneath his feet, while Xu Qiubai, looking down just as he was about to counterattack, saw the ground breaking apart. He held back and let Zhang Yu continue hitting him while he prepared to cushion their fall. When Zhang Yu stepped into thin air and fell onto Xu Qiubai, he finally understood why Xu Qiubai had abruptly lowered his hand moments earlier; a mix of emotions flooded through him.
With a loud crash, they hit the ground hard and both coughed up blood. Gasping for breath, Zhang Yu asked, “Are you dead?”
There was no response; Xu Qiubai lay motionless beneath him.
“Hey!” Zhang Yu forced himself to roll over and off Xu Qiubai. He reached out to check for a pulse under Xu Qiubai's nose and felt a faint breath. Relieved, he collapsed onto the ground, feeling utterly drained. What on earth was happening?
“Hey, you can wake up now. I know you’re not dead,” Zhang Yu said irritably.
“I’m not dead… but I might as well be,” came Xu Qiubai’s muffled voice after a moment.
“You really are something else. We’ve been brothers since childhood. You don’t like women; instead, you like a rough guy like me? And then you decide to fight me and end up in this godforsaken place? Is this amusing to you?” Zhang Yu asked in confusion.
"You think I want this? If there was even a slight possibility, I would want it even less than you do. If it weren't for that time you and Su Ruolan abandoned me, I might never have discovered my true feelings." Xu Qiubai lifted his head, looking at Zhang Yu with pained eyes. "What is wrong with me besides not being a woman? I understand you, and I'm willing to give everything for you. Can't you try to be with me and accept me?"
"Are you out of your mind? I only like women. Isn't it good enough for us to be brothers? I don't discriminate against same-sex relationships; it's just that I like women," Zhang Yu patiently advised, genuinely not wanting to hurt this brother with whom he shared a special bond, to see their relationship end like this.
"If you can't accept me, then let's sever all ties. You can leave; I never want to see you again," Xu Qiubai turned his head away, refusing to look at Zhang Yu.
"Does it have to be this way?" Zhang Yu was taken aback, his tone growing cold.
"Yes, let's never meet again. If we can't be lovers, then we shouldn't be brothers either," Xu Qiubai continued coldly.
Struggling to get up, Zhang Yu glanced at Xu Qiubai before slowly walking away.
Only silence remained in the room.
Xu Qiubai slowly propped himself up and spoke into the dark corner, "Who are you really? You can come out now!"
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