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Chu Yi had just finished filing the last medical record when her phone vibrated in her pocket. After a 24-hour shift, her temples felt like they were being pricked by tiny needles, and even her fingertips felt a chill of weariness.

Chu Yi took out his phone and saw that the caller ID showed Qi Yuan. Ever since he got drunk and passed out at the bar last week and Chu Yi had to struggle to put him in a taxi and send him home, this kid had been unusually quiet for a week.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yi answered the phone, her voice slightly hoarse from staying up all night, as if covered with a thin layer of dust.

"Ayi!" Qi Yuan's voice, always a octave higher and more vibrant, pierced through the airwaves, a stark contrast to the silence on his end. "Help! Yingzhi's birthday is next week, come with me to buy him a gift! I can't manage by myself."

Chu Yi pressed his temples, vaguely remembering that Cheng Yingzhi's birthday seemed to be just around the corner. He was never particularly sensitive to these kinds of dates.

"I just finished my night shift today." Chu Yi's tone was devoid of emotion, stating things as plainly as ever.

"That's perfect! Get out and about to clear your head! I'm near the CBD, why don't you come over?" Qi Yuan pressed his advantage, giving him no chance to refuse.

"...Alright then." Chu Yi glanced at the time. There was really nowhere to go. Going home to the empty apartment would just mean catching up on sleep.

Inside Beijing's largest shopping mall, the air conditioning was so strong it made your skin shiver. The gleaming marble floors reflected the dazzling lights and logos of various luxury brands, and the air was filled with the mingled scents of expensive fragrances and money.

As soon as Qi Yuan entered, he was like a fish in water, quickly forgetting his previous talk of "buying a gift for Cheng Yingzhi," and his eyes sparkled as he scanned the shop windows.

"Ayi, what do you think of this collaboration hoodie? It's a limited edition!"

"Wow, the color scheme of these shoes is amazing! I have to try them on!"

"Wow, I had no idea when this figure was released!"

Chu Yi followed behind him like a silent shadow, watching Qi Yuan browse from the trendy brand store to the electronics store, carrying more and more shopping bags, but almost none of them were for the birthday boy. He was too lazy to remind him and was used to Qi Yuan's shopping spree under the guise of birthday celebrations.

Two hours later, Qi Yuan finally stopped in front of an LV store, as if he had just remembered his business.

"Oh right, the gift!" He slapped his forehead and pulled Chu Yi inside.

The door to the VIP room shut out the outside noise. The velvet sofa softly supported the tired body, and a saleswoman in a well-pressed uniform and white gloves quietly brought water and hand-drip coffee.

Chu Yi didn't touch the coffee, but instead picked up a glass of ice water and took a sip. The cold liquid slid down her throat, slightly suppressing the surging weariness.

Qi Yuan was surrounded by saleswomen, and he tried on a newly arrived fanny pack with great interest, looking at himself in the mirror from left to right.

Chu Yi leaned back on the sofa, her gaze unfocused as she looked out at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall of the VIP room.

The shopping mall's atrium has an extremely high ceiling, offering a wide and unobstructed view. As a result, the giant GG screens hanging on the facades of the opposite buildings dominate the entire field of vision with an irresistible and domineering presence.

Chu Yi was stunned at first glance.

On all the large screens, whether it's the deep background of the GG watch, the hazy glow of the GG perfume, or even the top-tier ready-to-wear fashion films scrolling on the giant LED screen—it's all Zhou Ai.

With different poses and postures, as the scene changes, a cool and unrestrained demeanor, a languid and alluring charm, and a tender and affectionate expression are all perfectly presented on Zhou Ai's face.

The face was magnified infinitely, so detailed that you could see the projection of every single eyelash and the flow of every glint in the eyes.

At that moment, Zhou Ai was like a king of this material world, looking down on all living beings.

Chu Yi looked up and her gaze finally settled on the picture of GG that occupied almost an entire wall opposite the VIP room.

The background of the image is pure white.

Zhou Ai wore an exquisitely tailored black suit, which contrasted sharply with the background yet blended in remarkably well.

The crisp, high-quality fabric gleams with a luxurious sheen under carefully arranged lighting.

Looking further down, Zhou Ai was holding a large bouquet of pink roses that clashed sharply with his overall cold demeanor; the color was so saturated it was almost blinding.

He turned slightly to the side, his jawline taut in a sharp arc, but his gaze was fixed precisely on the camera.

Or rather—it pierced through the lens and looked into the eyes of everyone who was looking at him at that moment.

Chu Yi stood there facing the huge GG screen that almost took up the entire wall. When she looked up, her gaze was unexpectedly met with its contents.

In an instant, all the sounds around seemed to disappear completely.

All that remained was that enormous, oppressively beautiful image, and the person in it who seemed to see into the depths of his soul.

Chu Yi suddenly recalled a few days ago, in the clinic filled with the smell of disinfectant.

That person also used the same look in his eyes, pressing closer step by step with a playful smile, easily exposing the mask he was trying to maintain, as well as the lie about that scar removal cream.

"How many patients do you personally refer who pay for your own services?"

Those words, across time and space, struck his eardrums once again with crystal clarity.

Chu Yi's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the glass; the icy touch couldn't dispel the subtle and chaotic flutter that suddenly rose in her heart.

He just stared blankly at the omnipresent eyes in GG, forgetting to look away for a moment.

Qi Yuan finally lost interest in the fanny pack and turned around, about to offer his opinion to Chu Yi on whether Cheng Yingzhi would find it too flashy.

Chu Yi tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the spot. Her profile appeared somewhat distant in the soft light of the VIP room, as if she had been put on pause, separated from the luxurious atmosphere around her by an invisible barrier.

"What are you staring at so intently?" Qi Yuan asked curiously, leaning closer and following Chu Yi's gaze to the window.

The next second, he exclaimed "Wow!" in an exaggerated way, "Zhou Ai! He's everywhere, what a spectacle! He's really handsome, with that face and that aura, it's like God is feeding him a fortune..."

Chu Yi was startled awake by Qi Yuan's voice and suddenly realized that she had been staring blankly at Zhou Ai's GG for a long time.

He looked away, picked up his water glass as if to cover up his actions, but his fingertips betrayed a slight, almost imperceptible pause.

Just as he turned around, he heard a clear "snap" sound.

It's the sound from the phone's camera.

Chu Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Qi Yuan holding up his phone, the screen still lit, the camera clearly having just moved away from his direction.

Qi Yuan wore a smug smile of triumph as he looked down at his "masterpiece."

"What are you filming?" Chu Yi asked, her voice still carrying a hint of lingering surprise.

"Don't move! That last one was amazing!" Qi Yuan exclaimed excitedly, his fingers flying across the screen, seemingly zooming in to examine the details. "Ayi, come look! The composition, the atmosphere, it's incredible!"

Chu Yi frowned and walked over. Qi Yuan proudly presented his phone to him.

On the screen is a photo that was just taken.

The composition of the photograph possesses an unintentional yet exquisite quality. In the foreground is Chu Yi's slightly thin back view. He wears a simple shirt, and due to fatigue from continuous shifts, his shoulders are slightly relaxed, outlining a quiet sense of weariness. He is looking up slightly, gazing beyond the frame. It is just a back view, yet it inexplicably exudes a focused attention that is drawn to, or even seized by, something invisible.

The main subject of the image, and even the background, is completely occupied by the huge GG sign opposite. Zhou Ai's image on the GG screen is incredibly clear. He is wearing a black suit, holding a bright pink rose, and his eyes, looking through the lens, are deep and penetrating, as if he is precisely gazing at Chu Yi, who is facing away from the camera, through the bustling shopping mall and cold glass.

Even more coincidentally, due to the camera angle, Zhou Ai's gaze fell precisely on Chu Yi's back. The bouquet of vibrant roses seemed to be offered to Chu Yi as if to be presented to her.

Light and shadow intertwine, and reality and giant images appear side by side in this moment.

Chu Yi's real, weary, and human figure contrasts sharply with Zhou Ai's meticulously crafted, amplified perfection and cold luxury in GG, creating a strange yet powerful effect.

It was as if two dimensions had collided abruptly yet harmoniously, silently telling a story fragment that had not been spoken.

"Look, look!" Qi Yuan was still excitedly tapping the screen. "Doesn't it look like a movie poster? You seem to be looking at him... but then again, you don't seem to be looking at him, but he's definitely looking at you! That gaze is amazing! Hey, Yi, were you just staring at this and completely mesmerized?"

Chu Yi's gaze fell on the photo, looking at her own back in the picture and Zhou Ai's gaze that seemed to devour everything.

The coolness from the ice water seemed to spread back from my fingertips, and a subtle sense of embarrassment, as if I had been caught red-handed, mixed with the lingering palpitations from that GG, quietly surfaced in my mind.

He didn't answer Qi Yuan's question, but just stared at the photo in silence. After a moment, he calmly looked away and drank the ice water in his hand in one gulp.

"Deleted." His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Delete it? No way!" Qi Yuan immediately hid his phone behind his back, as if protecting some precious treasure, his eyes wide open with a "you won't get it" expression. "This photo is so artistic! It's a masterpiece, deleting it would be a sin against the heavens!"

Chu Yi frowned even more and reached out to take it: "Qi Yuan, stop fooling around. There's nothing worth keeping."

"How is it boring?" Qi Yuan nimbly dodged, playing hide-and-seek with Chu Yi around the velvet sofa, his voice full of self-righteous slyness. "Look at this composition, this lighting, this sense of story! A cold superstar gazing affectionately at a weary little doctor... What an adorable contrast! Maybe a random snapshot I take could be a piece of contemporary art!"

"..."

Chu Yi's temples began to throb again at his twisted logic. The 24-hour shift had exhausted most of his energy, and he simply didn't have the strength to engage in a physical chase with the energetic Qi Yuan.

He stopped, pressed his temple, and said with an undeniable weariness, "Qi Yuan, delete it. I don't like it."

Perhaps sensing the rare, genuine weariness in Chu Yi's voice, Qi Yuan slightly toned down his playful demeanor, but still insisted, "Hey, Yi, it's just a photo, I don't know how to post it on WeChat Moments! I promise I won't show it to anyone, I'll just keep it for myself to enjoy, okay?" As he spoke, his fingers flew across the back of his phone.

Just as Chu Yi was about to speak again, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

He instinctively took it out and looked at it. The screen lit up, showing a new message from Qi Yuan.

Click to open.

It's the same photo we just saw.

Qi Yuan even thoughtfully sent over the original image, high-definition and lossless, with every detail crystal clear—his focused back as he tilted back, Zhou Ai's penetrating gaze, and that bouquet of pink roses that seemed to burn his retina.

"Look!" Qi Yuan leaned closer, grinning, as if showing off. "I sent you a copy too! Sharing is caring, right? When you're old, you can take out this photo and remember that you were once 'gazed affectionately' by a superstar!"

Chu Yi looked at the photo on the screen, then glanced at the huge Zhou Ai on the GG sign opposite.

An extremely complex and indescribable feeling enveloped him. He wanted to press the delete key immediately, but his fingertip hovered above the screen, hesitating to make the move.

In the end, he simply turned off the screen, silently stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and without looking at Qi Yuan or the GG sign again, turned and walked towards the VIP room door, his voice devoid of any emotion: "...Weren't you going to buy Cheng Yingzhi a gift? Are you still going to look at it or not?"

Qi Yuan gave him a smug "V" sign behind his back, knowing that A Yi would eventually give in.

He quickly followed, chattering away again: "Look, look! Of course I'll look! Hey, do you think Yingzhi would like that flashy fluorescent tie? I think it suits him perfectly..."

Chu Yi seemed to be listening, yet also seemed not to. The phone in his pocket seemed to still retain the weight and warmth of the image from before, pressing heavily against his side.

That photo was never deleted after all.