Let's upload the story of my dear little boy too

Liang Chi'e's childhood was spent with strict and distant parents, whose attention was occupied by the temple and the observance of rules, but not by their son. The boy grew up used to not being heard. The only way to express himself became paper; it was on paper that Chi'e could say everything that was boiling inside him. Thus began his path as a writer.

One day, he found himself staring at a young parishioner boy. Without understanding the nature of his admiration, Chi'e described the boy's beauty in verses. His father found these writings. What a disgrace. His son pining after men, simply disgusting. The father gave Chi'e a thorough beating and burned the "sinful" papers before his eyes. Chi'e learned his lesson: what he felt was shameful and wrong.

From childhood, Chi'e began to realize that he was definitely not attracted to girls. No matter how much he tried to get to know them, he never felt anything but friendship. He could always appreciate female beauty, but it was never desirable to him in the way male beauty was. Chi'e grew up with the idea that he was "defective" and unworthy of love, even though he always dreamed of it—of sincere and open feelings that he wouldn't have to be ashamed of.

Then came his ascension—for his literary talents, Chi'e became a god of literature. And a surprise awaited him in the pantheon. In the Heavenly Halls, no one condemned male love. The formidable god of war himself was officially married to a man. This discovery uplifted Chi'e: he wasn't defective; he had simply been in the wrong circles before.

And then—a page with an unfinished poem, carelessly tucked into the boards of a restaurant wall. Later, pulling it out, Chi'e discovered an unexpected reply on the paper... Someone had added a couple of lines and tucked the page back. Chi'e decided to continue... And it happened again. An intriguing correspondence began. First with small notes, then full-fledged letters—deep, substantial ones. Needless to say, it touched the literature god's heart? Chi'e insisted on a meeting.

And then... A man came out to him, Lin Jue. Young, handsome. They were so alike in many ways; Chi'e felt so good with him. This man was so captivating; he could talk and reason with him for hours, sharing such passion and unending inspiration. Chi'e reveled in this love—the first in his life, so long-awaited and seemingly mutual. But one thing tormented him: his beloved was mortal.

Chi'e made a choice that seemed the only right one. Love was far more important to him than some divine post he hadn't asked for in the first place. Chi'e renounced his title as a celestial being and returned to Lin Jue as a mortal. Now they could be together forever; nothing would separate them. However...

In response, Lin Jue revealed his true nature—Kuangre, the demon of gambling. With this revelation, he trampled Chi'e's feelings: he declared that now Chi'e, having become human, was useless, boring, and no longer needed. Kuangre explained the situation simply: Chi'e had imagined it all. The demon had never spoken of love—there were only compliments and gentleness, which Chi'e had mistaken for what he dreamed of. For Kuangre, it was nothing more than an intriguing experiment: how far would a celestial being go for an illusion? Now that he had become mortal, it had all lost its meaning. "If I hold you a little tighter in my arms, you'll just die," Kuangre delivered his verdict impassively and vanished.

Chi'e was left alone. Humiliated, deceived, with a broken heart and the fragile body of a mortal. The only thing he knew how to do was write. And that's what he did in his empty human life.

He wrote a novel in which he poured out all his pain. And suddenly, the book resonated: many unhappy people who saw themselves in his story reached out to the author. Letters, prayers, confessions poured in like a river. Human veneration proved so strong that Chi'e ascended once more—this time not for his talent, but as a god born of human faith.

At that moment, Kuangre suddenly reappeared with a shocking offer to bring everything back.

Chi'e refused. What was the point? Kuangre was incapable of love—it went against his nature; demons didn't have human feelings. So why all this? Had the demon not had enough of his broken heart?

But the truth turned out to be frustratingly simple—Kuangre liked what he got from Chi'e. The warmth, the affection, the love directed at him turned out to be damn pleasant, even for a being devoid of feelings. It's easy to get used to something good. And Kuangre, being an egotistical person, valued comfort and stability and wanted them back.

A new, long game began. Kuangre, a skilled manipulator, acted gently and patiently. He knew how to get under someone's skin, find their weak points, and exploit them. Kuangre turned their story around: "I didn't lie, I was myself, you just didn't see the whole picture. You loved me—my thoughts, my mind. Has that changed?" Gradually, he entangled Chi'e in a web of care, attention, and courtship.

And Chi'e gave in—he was drawn by the memory of his own feelings. True, once again his love was defective... Again abnormal, strange. And not even mutual. But he was, generally speaking, used to his love never being right. Perhaps he simply didn't deserve anything better? Was it pointless to wait for something better? So why not take at least what was offered? Especially since Kuangre offered something important: stability and the semblance of a real relationship.

They made a kind of pact. Cynical, but it was what it was. Chi'e continued to do what he had done before—give his love to Kuangre, who in turn played the role of a loving partner. And, it must be said, he did it very well. Over time, under the continuous stream of "care," this deal was forgotten; Chi'e allowed himself to relax and believe in the illusion. After all, finding such an attentive, caring partner as Kuangre was quite difficult, even among those capable of feeling. And well, maybe one day, as Chi'e hoped, he could, with his love, make even a demon's heart beat with feeling...