DIVISI

Divisi: divide. It is most often used for string instruments since with them, another means of execution is often possible.

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"Will you stop caring about me, gege?" Yang Liu asked the older guy painfully.

His hand grasped the phone tightly. His heart was clenched tightly by invisible hands as well.

"What do you mean, Yang Liu?" Hwang Jihyuk asked back instead of answering. "Why should I stop caring about you? You don't need to worry. I will still support you financially. About the case we are investigating, I will continue investigating it until we can reveal the truth. You don't need to worry."

Yang Liu froze. The older guy's words seemed to remind him once again that he was in great debt. There was just one way to pay the debt, and it was by complying with Hwang Jihyuk's wish.

He had to make a priority scale. He still needed Hwang Jihyuk's help to investigate a case that made him live in guilt for months.

"I understand," the vampire finally replied. "I will see Zhou Yongliang as a plague from now on."

Yang Liu could see the other guy smiled even though they weren't seeing each other's faces now. The other guy then hung up, and Yang Liu put his phone back on the pillow with no strength.

His body felt numb. His life was meaningless once again. He just found rays of hope for a moment, but then darkness engulfed him once again.

The vampire could only sigh. He just wanted to live a simple life in Beijing, but things turned complicated all of a sudden.

He then got up from his bed and went to the desk in his bedroom. He picked up his black backpack, unzipped it, then took out a sheet of A3 size paper which he folded in half. He unfolded the paper, then examined the pencil and colored pencils that adorned the thin sheet.

His eyes did not escape the handwriting that read 'Zhou Yongliang' in the lower right corner of the paper, and under the name, there was another handwriting of number 95. A very good mark was given by their art teacher. Even though he insisted that vampires were not imaginary objects, but the Art teacher still valued the drawing highly.

This afternoon, after he hugged Zhou Yongliang and apologized to the shorter boy, he immediately left the innocent student in the basement. To be honest, he was reluctant to be that cruel to Zhou Yongliang, but circumstances forced him to do so. He had already promised Hwang Jihyuk to let go of Zhou Yongliang.

Honestly, Hwang Jihyuk's confession about his feelings really shocked him. As far as he knew, Hwang Jihyuk was straight and would prefer girls over boys. He dated some girls in the past and looked totally straight. That was the reason why the older guy didn't want to choose an all-male school like him.

The black-haired youth didn't expect that his best friend would 'bend' like this. But, when he recalled the memory again, he remembered how Hwang Jihyuk diligently picked up Huang Bo at school despite his busy schedule. Was it his love for Zhou Yongliang that made Hwang Jihyuk spare some time to pick up Huang Bo after school?

Before Zhou Yongliang transferred to their school, Hwang Jihyuk had always sent Huang Bo to school in the morning, but he rarely picked up Huang Bo in the afternoon due to his busy schedule in his own school.

And, as far as he knew, Hwang Jihyuk had a very tight schedule to prepare for the college entrance examination. Strangely, the older guy still had the time to pick up Huang Bo at school in the afternoon.

That was the thing that made Yang Liu wonder when he accidentally saw Hwang Jihyuk's car in the schoolyard some time ago. Had Hwang Jihyuk been in the mode of wanting to meet Zhou Yongliang all these times?

Despite all that, Yang Liu now realized that maybe Hwang Jihyuk's words were not wrong. He was just a useless blood-sucking creature, very different from Zhou Yongliang's figure, who always looked bright and beautiful.

Ren Weisheng's story that he overheard this morning also slapped him hard. Even though Zhou Yongliang said that he didn't hate Yang Liu for his cruelty in the past, but he clearly saw the scars of fear on the boy's face this morning. Obviously, Zhou Yongliang was terrified after knowing the nature of his monster.

Yang Liu's wilted eyes were still staring at the painting of himself, which was coming out from Zhou Yongliang's imagination. It turned out that the boy, who innocently called him a vampire, was good at drawing.

The young vampire did not expect that the boy, who immediately caused trouble with Ren Weisheng on his first day of entering class, would tear apart his heart and destroyed his stronghold.

Yang Liu wavered, yes, the fence of his heart that he had built for a long time was successfully knocked down by a boy with an aura as bright as the sun named Zhou Yongliang.

He only knew Zhou Yongliang not too long ago, so he had not been able to judge what Zhou Yongliang would become in his life if they decided to be together in the future.

"Zhou Yongliang, are your medicine or poison?"

Yang Liu laughed bitterly when he realized that it was a useless question. He and Zhou Yongliang couldn't be together. Zhou Yongliang was neither medicine nor poison. He was just wind. A gust of wind that wavered his heart for a moment but then left him with nothing other than the sensation of longing.

There was a thick border that divided them. A life of love is happy; a life for love is foolish[1].

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Footnote:

[1] A life of love is happy; a life for love is foolish: from Chinese proverbs "Shēng huó yǒu ài xìngfú, wèi ài shēng huó yú chǔn" that means "Love is not the most important thing."