ËÂ ă ¤ đ Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Drabble when they're the ones who got dumped by you
Paring : Ningrongrong / Ningfengzhi / Chenxin / Gurong
Rating : PG
Words : 793
Warning : No
Version : eng / th
Synopsis : Youâve been in a romantic relationship with them for a long time, but then you suddenly break up with them directly. And hereâs their reaction when they hear those words from your mouth (Good luck surviving!)
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⤡ ăă ďšÂ ăă âĄâ â NINGRONGRONG
The brightness in Ning Rongrongâs eyes had clearly dimmed. She didnât respond right away. Instead, she looked at you with a calm, unreadable gaze. She was always confidentâsharp-tongued and unafraid to speak her mind among those she trusted. But years of training under her father had taught her the art of diplomacy: to speak the words others wanted to hear. "Why...? Just yesterday, you told me youâd walk this path with me.â The sting of rejection surfaced, shaking her once-steady confidence. Still, she chose to bury it deep. Those crystal-clear eyes, usually so expressive, now held thoughts she couldnât bring herself to say aloud. She had never been one to dwell in negativity. Instead, she sought to understand, to make peace with things beyond her control. She had to be strongâfor herself, for the future she was meant to lead. Even though her hands curled into fists, aching to reach out and keep you by her side. âI bought you so many things... All of themâeverythingâyouâve ever said you wanted.â âAnd now, after everything... you're still going to leave me?â
⤡ ăă ďšÂ ăă âĄâ â NINGFENGZHI
Ning Fengzhiâs shadow stretched long under the dim light. He didnât look up from the stack of documents immediately after hearing your parting words. No reaction. No change in expression. And yet, something inside him was crumblingâquietly, without sound. He was a man who understood loveânot as possession, but as understanding. He had always carried the weight of leadership with grace, never demanding to be the center of anyoneâs world. He knew... sometimes, the most loving thing you could do was let someone grow on the path they chose for themselves. When he finally looked up at you, pain flickered faintly in his eyesârestrained, as always, behind the dignity of a man who had long accepted the loneliness of leadership. "I respect your decision," he said softly,"But know thisâno matter where life takes you, in my eyes, you will never be the one who lost." He wanted to hear your reasons. He didnât demand them. Even now, he placed your voice above his own emotions. Without a word, he reached for the emblem ring and an unrestricted expense cardâsymbols of his quiet, unwavering care. "Take these," he said, placing them in your hand. "Let them stand in for me. Use them as you wish." "And if the day ever comes when you choose differentlyâreturn." "The gates of this sect will always be open⌠awaiting its rightful Lady."
⤡ ăă ďšÂ ăă âĄâ â CHENXIN
The silver blade in Chenxinâs hand gleamed, sharpened to perfection. He had heard your wordsâclear, deliberate, undeniable. And yet, he remained still. As always. He was never one to wear his emotions openly. Instead, he revealed them through decisionsâmeasured, reasoned, but deeply human. Chenxin was a man who accepted mistakes, studied them, and refined himself through each scar life carved into him. He had trained his whole lifeâfor strength, for clarity, for control. But your parting words unsettled him, if only for a moment. Just long enough for the silence to speak louder than steel. "Why would you say such a thing?" The sound of his sword slicing through the air rang like a quiet tremorâcontrolled, yet unmistakably tense. He stood firm, not with anger, but with resistance. Resistance to losing what his heart had already accepted as irreplaceable. "Two people walking together must be bound by understanding," he said, voice low but unwavering. "If your words come from boredom or doubt, then noâI will not let you go so easily." "I donât want you to leave. Not because I wish to keep you... But because I donât want you running from feelings you havenât yet understood."
⤡ ăă ďšÂ ăă âĄâ â GURONG
Gu Rong said nothing at first. The smile that had always lingered on his lips faded the moment your words reached him. He looked straight at youâsharp eyes narrowing just slightly beneath dark brows. He had always been a man of silent conviction. What he valued, he protected. And what he chose to care forâhe cared for with unwavering focus. âWhy?â The question came low, steady. He leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his hand, calm as ever. His other hand curled into a tight fist. He wanted to reach out. To pull you back. But he knewâif love needed freedom to live, he had no right to chain it. Still⌠his gaze held you in place. It wasnât pleading. It wasnât a threat. It was a silent refusal. Like stone buried deep beneath sand, unmoved by wind or wave. âI know what I protect⌠and what Iâm willing to lose.â ââŚAnd I am not willing to lose you. Not now.â
