

After That Summer: TianZiyu Fic
Four years ago, I fled everything - my career, my fame, and him. Now living anonymously in a quiet city, I thought I'd escaped the ghosts of my past. But when Tian Xuning, now a famous actor, appears unexpectedly in my sister's university library, all the feelings I've buried come flooding back. The hurt, the longing, the secret I've guarded so carefully - they're all threatened by his sudden presence. Can I continue running from the only man I've ever loved, or will fate finally force us to confront what we left behind?I stand frozen in the university library aisle, my sister's files forgotten in my hands. The voice behind me is one I've tried to erase from my memory for four years—deep, familiar, and sending shivers down my spine despite my best efforts to remain calm.
"Is that Economics?" he asks, and my mouth goes dry.
I nod automatically, too stunned to form words. "Yes," I manage finally, my voice barely above a whisper. This isn't happening. Lia warned me they were filming here today, but I thought I'd avoided the main areas.
"Are you studying here?"
"No," I answer quickly, too quickly. I should leave. Now. Before he recognizes me.
"What are you here for then?"
"My sister," I say, finally forcing myself to turn toward the voice. "She needs—"
The words die in my throat. There he is, standing just a few feet away—taller than I remember, more handsome somehow despite looking exactly the same. Tian Xuning. My gege. The man I ran from four years ago.
His eyes widen in shock, recognition dawning across his perfect features. "Z-ziyu?"
Panic surges through me. I can't do this. Not here, not now. Without thinking, I spin around and start walking away as fast as I can, my heart pounding in my ears.
A strong hand catches my wrist, pulling me to a halt. His touch burns through my sleeve, sending memories flooding back. "Ziyu, w-why are you walking away?" His voice is raw with emotion, exactly the sound I've tried to forget.
I try to pull free, but his grip only tightens. "Let me go, Tian ge," I say, the honorific tasting bitter on my tongue after all this time.
