After the car accident, my boyfriend got straight

Shen Li had never felt so helpless as he did now. Faced with the tearful and sorrowful Jiang Shiyu, whether before or after amnesia, he couldn’t even find the right words of comfort.

While the two were in the hospital room, the door was pushed open with a crisp clacking sound of high heels. Bai Yun, who had arrived immediately upon receiving the news, came in after just a few days away.

Jiang Shiyu, with his eyes filled with tears, looked up and saw her. The feeling of bitterness in his heart intensified. Bai Yun, having understood the situation before arriving, walked forward with a face full of sympathy and embraced him.

“Alright, Shiyu, everything will be fine now.”

He fell into her arms like a young animal returning to a warm nest, venting his emotions freely.

Shen Li stood aside, his haggard face fixed on the scene of his mother comforting Jiang Shiyu.

Bai Yun took care of the discharge procedures for the two children and arranged a private flight back to Jiang Hua. The first thing they did was a thorough check-up for each of them. When they saw the test results, everyone finally felt a sense of relief.

On the way back to the villa, Bai Yun glanced at the two people in the backseat through the rearview mirror. Jiang Shiyu, leaning against the car window with his head tilted, had long lashes falling over his dim eyes. His face looked more haggard than it did during the New Year, with a faint expression. On the other side, her son kept glancing sideways, looking like he was doing something sneaky every time he looked over.

Since Jiang Shiyu had fully awakened and learned that Shen Li had regained his memory, their interactions had become a bit awkward. They were almost always together, yet their conversations were minimal.

The driver parked in front of the villa. Shen Li and Jiang Shiyu went upstairs together but paused for a few seconds when they reached Jiang Shiyu’s door. Before the amnesia, they had shared a room. After the amnesia, Jiang Shiyu had moved to the room next door. Now…

Jiang Shiyu opened his door and walked in with his head down. As he was about to close the door, a hand stopped it from closing, and a voice came through the narrow gap.

“Little Treasure, let’s talk.”

Jiang Shiyu, with his back to the door, stared silently at the wool carpet on the floor, not responding.

After a while, Shen Li’s hand withdrew from the gap, and as the door was about to close, the doorknob was pulled from the inside, and the door frame was now tightly closed.

The room remained silent, and there was no sound of the lock clicking shut.

“Little Treasure, you might be tired of hearing these words, but I want to say them sincerely. I’m sorry for the things I did that hurt you after my amnesia, for not keeping our promises. I know it was hard for you to accept my amnesia and to start over, and now everything has suddenly returned to the beginning. But this time, you don’t need to move forward; just stay where you are, even if you need to take a step back. This time, let me come to you, okay?”

Through the thick wooden door, Shen Li’s words were unusually clear and determined. He said that even if Jiang Shiyu didn’t want to move forward, it was fine to return to the starting point or even take a step back. He would firmly and earnestly make his way back to him step by step.

Jiang Shiyu leaned against the door, his lashes already soaked with tears, his chest rising and falling. His mind was a mess, like a tangled ball of yarn with no clear end, all his thoughts and emotions entangled.

After Shen Li finished speaking, there was no sound outside. He blinked, tears rolling down his cheeks like pearls. He sniffled and cautiously reached out, his delicate fingers like a kitten’s claws, gently prying open the door crack, bit by bit.

Shen Li instantly understood what the small gesture meant.

Jiang Shiyu was like a prickly kitten, always finding himself in dead ends. But as long as the kitten was willing to reach out its paw, he was willing to wait for him to figure things out.

He extended his hand, not touching Jiang Shiyu’s exposed fingertips, but brushing along the doorframe just a few centimeters away. Jiang Shiyu seemed to sense it and quickly pulled his fingers back inside.

“Little Treasure, get some rest. If you’re uncomfortable, send me a message. I’m right next door. Have a good dream.”

The footsteps outside grew fainter, and Jiang Shiyu, leaning against the door, uncontrollably responded in his heart.

Have a good dream.

At midnight, Jiang Shiyu awoke from a nightmare, the images of Shen Li’s car accident and being swallowed by the sea looping in his dream. He lay in the passenger seat, watching from the shore as someone so close to him drifted away, and he could do nothing.

In the dream, not only did Shen Li’s figure drift into the distance, turning into a gust of wind, but also the shadows of his parents stood beside Shen Li, waving goodbye with gentle smiles, saying farewell.

He screamed and cried, begging them not to leave, not to abandon him, but the figures grew increasingly blurred.

Shen Li, feeling thirsty, went downstairs for a drink. As he passed Jiang Shiyu’s room with a glass in hand, he heard a sharp cry and faint cries of distress from inside, causing him to tighten with worry.

“Little Treasure?” he called out through the door, but there was no response.

He knocked twice more, still no response. He quickly found the key to his room from downstairs and unlocked the door.

The room was pitch dark. From the faint light coming through the door, he could see a small bump on the bed, shivering slightly under the covers.

He stepped forward quickly, softly calling out, “Little Treasure,” and the person under the blanket stopped trembling for a few seconds but remained still, hidden inside.

Fearing for his safety, he hurriedly threw off the blanket, revealing Jiang Shiyu curled up inside, embracing himself in a state of deep unease.

Since they moved out of the bedroom, they had resumed the habit of sleeping together. After finally adjusting to this warm and secure haven, Jiang Shiyu had once again found himself alone in the cold, vast bed.

The repeated losses were like in his dream—his parents, Shen Li—they all said goodbye one by one, no matter how much he tried to hold on or scream, they never looked back.

Curled into a ball, his face was buried in the pillow, half of his face exposed, pale and fragile, with tears hanging on the tip of his nose. His expression of pain and distress was startling.

Shen Li urgently woke him up. He jolted awake, and the first thing he saw was Shen Li’s face close to his. Reality and dream blurred together, and he clung to him with all his might, wrapping his slender arms around his neck so tightly that Shen Li almost had difficulty breathing.

He didn’t know what was happening. Even though the position was uncomfortable, he still didn’t struggle and gently lifted Jiang Shiyu from the bed, holding him in a face-to-face embrace. Their differing sizes meant that Jiang Shiyu fit perfectly into his arms.

Jiang Shiyu, like an extremely anxious kitten, pleaded, “Shen Li, Shen Li, don’t leave me. Don’t abandon me, please don’t go.” His voice was hoarse and pleading.

Shen Li held him tightly on his lap, making their bodies press as closely together as possible, feeling the rapid beating of Jiang Shiyu’s heart against his chest.

He understood that Jiang Shiyu had had a nightmare. What happened in the dream was self-evident.

“Little Treasure, I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you. I’ll always be by your side, my baby.” Shen Li’s eyes showed pain, as he continuously kissed Jiang Shiyu’s hair, speaking in a soft and gentle voice, afraid to startle the person in his arms, patiently and tenderly comforting the frightened kitten.

After a long time of comforting, Jiang Shiyu gradually calmed down. He seemed to wake up fully, realizing that this was no longer a dream but reality. The embrace was real, the warmth familiar, and the person beside him was truly there.

In the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing remained. Jiang Shiyu, exhausted, lay in Shen Li’s embrace, feeling the healthy and vigorous heartbeat and the broad, warm hand on his back, constantly soothing his anxiety.

“I dreamed that you and my parents left together. No matter how much I cried and begged, you all ignored me and just smiled, saying goodbye.”

His voice was weak and flat, but it pierced Shen Li’s heart like a blade, causing his already broken heart to bleed further. Pain flashed in Shen Li’s eyes.

“Never, Little Treasure. I won’t leave you.”

“I’ll always be by your side.”

Jiang Shiyu didn’t answer but buried his face deeply in Shen Li’s neck, tears flowing freely over the skin, burning like lava.

After this night, Shen Li, after washing up in his room, started coming to Jiang Shiyu’s room every night. After getting his consent, he would hold the little kitten tightly to sleep. Jiang Shiyu would sometimes wake up from nightmares, and Shen Li would quickly wake up as well, holding him close, their limbs entwined, constantly whispering that he wouldn’t leave, staying by his side.

This continued for a week, and one night, Jiang Shiyu woke up and began igniting desire on Shen Li’s body with his delicate, seemingly boneless hands. In the darkness, his moist and soft lips touched Shen Li’s Adam’s apple, biting, licking, and teasing. Shen Li avoided him several times, but in the darkness, he restrained Jiang Shiyu’s hands and softly coaxed him to stop and go back to sleep. Eventually, Jiang Shiyu, wearing only sleep pants, rubbed his legs against the sheets, removed his pants, and his pale legs, like agile little snakes, entwined with Shen Li. Faced with his lover’s passion, Shen Li’s willpower weakened, and he soon surrendered.

After this day, every night at midnight, as if under some kind of spell, Jiang Shiyu would wake from his sleep and cling to Shen Li with intense desire, as if trying to merge himself completely with him, in a pathological entanglement.

During the day, he no longer went out. He stayed in the media room, replaying *Titanic*. In the dark room, the large screen’s light cast an almost translucent pallor on his face, giving him a sickly beauty. Whenever the film reached the scene where the main characters embraced at the bow of the ship, saying “You jump, I jump,” a flicker of urgency would flash in his large, round eyes. Shen Li watched that flicker slowly extinguish as the male lead died.

Seeing Jiang Shiyu growing numb and dazed, Shen Li knew something had to be done. If this continued, he would eventually face serious problems. Jiang Shiyu ate his meals on time and responded when spoken to, and his enthusiasm at night was increasing. They had been nearly entangled until dawn several times, and during the day, Jiang Shiyu would sleep all day long. He no longer spoke often but needed Shen Li’s presence within his sight. Even if he left for a minute, he had to tell him where he was going and how long he’d be gone, otherwise, he would become anxious and panicked, curling up and hiding in the bed or the closet.

At midnight, when Jiang Shiyu woke up again, his limbs instinctively entwined around Shen Li’s hot body. After another round of intimacy, Shen Li noticed that Jiang Shiyu’s body temperature was abnormally high. When he turned on the light, he saw his face flushed with pain, sweat rolling down from his hairline, and his small face red and frightening.

That night, they once again went to the emergency room in Jiang Hua.

On the hospital bed, Jiang Shiyu lay quietly with his eyes closed, frowning slightly as if he was not sleeping soundly. A slender hand rested on the edge of the bed while an IV drip flowed into his body.

Shen Li stared silently at the person on the bed, the doctor’s words still echoing in his ears.

“Once his body recovers, I recommend seeing a psychologist.”

A psychologist.

Shen Li should have noticed the abnormalities in Jiang Shiyu—his reluctance to go out, his avoidance of interacting with others, his shallow sleep, and lack of security.

So, my presence has only brought you harm, hasn’t it?