Chapter 145: You Are the Eternal Moon on the Horizon, the Unfading Star in My Destiny (End of the Story)

The corner of the stage was bathed in shallow moonlight.

Shen Jixing’s eyes were moist, the corners reddened, his wrists held firmly in the other’s grip, leaving him unable to move, forced to endure a kiss that was both devout and fervent.

“Is this how you treat your dream?” Shen Jixing asked, his breathing ragged once he was finally released.

Zhou Yili looked down at him, seemingly puzzled, then rubbed his nose against Shen’s and laughed with unbridled arrogance. “And what of it?”

He made no effort to hide the joy in his heart—a joy as unrestrained and flamboyant as his performance on stage.

“You are more important than that.”

Although Zhou Yili was usually prideful and stubborn, he was direct and passionate when it came to expressing love. “You were the one who guided me back, which is why I planned, on this day, right here…”

Shen Jixing met his bold, unrestrained gaze. Suddenly guessing his intent, he reached out to push him away, maintaining a safe distance.

“You jerk, don't even think about it.”

The top-tier idol, usually cool and aloof, felt his long lashes flutter in alarm for the first time. He sat amidst the scattered ribbons, wearing a white shirt, his earlobes flushed with a faint red. He overturned his own indulgence toward the man. “You cannot—”

His gaze froze.

He locked eyes with the man kneeling on one knee on the stage, holding a blue velvet box. Silence descended.

“I haven’t even proposed yet, have I?” Zhou Yili, never expecting an immediate refusal, wore a look of nervous distress on his rebellious face. “You said you wanted to marry me last time. Were you lying to me after all? Are you feeding me empty promises again?”

Shen Jixing: “…”

“No,” he said, rubbing his temple lightly. “It was a misunderstanding.”

Zhou Yili seemed to realize what had happened and couldn't help but burst into laughter. “What were you thinking, little yellow star?”

“…” Shen Jixing glared at him coldly with his reddened, watery eyes.

“Who brings their intended fiancé over just to bully them before starting?”

Zhou Yili glanced at his flushed lips, shifted his gaze with a hint of guilt, but his own lips curled into a wild, satisfied smile. He couldn't help it. Shen Jixing was just too cute.

Sitting meticulously amidst the ribbons and gold foil atop his own dream was a scene that had appeared in his head countless times—only back then, his yearning had gone unanswered. Now, the cheers of the entire stadium were crowning him. Of course, he had to—

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Shen Jixing sat calmly in the middle of his dream, looking at him with faint, puzzled eyes.

Zhou Yili knelt on one knee, his black shirt dotted with starlight. His messy blue hair, pushed back from his forehead, fell loose again, brushing against the corners of his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Wait a second, I’m a bit nervous.”

“…”

Even someone as unrestrained and arrogant could have moments of nervous disarray. Shen Jixing looked at his relaxed, lazy brows. “Mm, no rush.”

Hearing this, Zhou Yili cursed himself internally with a smirk. *Damn it, why am I acting like a coward?*

He was about to speak when a white light flashed in the corner, followed by a familiar voice: “No rush? In a moment, the place will be full of people again!!!”

“Holy crap, we’ve been discovered, run!” The manager turned to flee, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar.

Zhou Yili looked down with a dark expression. “Why are you still here? Are you livestreaming???”

Shen Jixing’s gaze paused as well.

The manager hurriedly covered the screen. “I… I… well, yeah.”

But the faint light still revealed the feed, where the comments were scrolling frantically—nothing but screams and profanities.

Zhou Yili’s face turned black in an instant. “Do you… do you have any idea how long I planned this? You’ve ruined everything!”

The manager was puzzled. “Is it really that dramatic?”

But then, he actually saw Zhou Yili’s eyes turn red. Zhou Yili had never cried in front of others—never. Even when this young master had been beaten to the point of bleeding, he hadn't shed a single tear. But now, was he actually about to cry?

“I… your fans were bombarding the support group saying they wanted to collect the ribbons. I was bored, so I started a livestream to help them pick some out. Do you think your fans are staying by your side because of luck? Who do you think is carrying the burden for you? I beg you, brother, I was wrong, please don't cry.” The manager was ready to kneel before this ancestor.

Zhou Yili looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “Cry my ass. Get lost.”

The manager, still holding the live-bomb in his hands, scrambled away without looking back. He didn't understand why Zhou Yili had suddenly broken down. It wasn't until he saw the comments scrolling by:

*“He’s afraid the Star won’t agree, right? The Star doesn’t like being in the spotlight. Otherwise, with that peacock’s vanity, he would’ve proposed eight hundred times during the concert.”*

*“It’s over, my son’s eyes are red, my motherly heart hurts.”*

*“Wuwuwu, hurry and comfort him, he’s about to shatter.”*

The manager ran without looking back. “If anyone’s shattering, it’ll be me when I get back.”

Zhou Yili must have planned this for a long time. It was well known that Shen Jixing disliked being the center of attention, and for the most important event—marriage—Zhou Yili wouldn't force him into the public eye. Though he seemed wild and unmanageable, he respected his lover more than anyone. That was why he had chosen to—

Proclaim him to the world when all eyes were upon them.
Cherish him in secret when the world fell silent.

“I’ve ruined it all! Ahhh!” The manager felt his life was nearing its end.

*“Then ruin it completely! Go back, I want to know the result!”*

*“Brothers, don’t panic, I’m on my way, almost there!”*

*“I canceled a forty-five-minute car ride just like that, no need to talk about my strength! The Yili-Star light is my life; I’m going to personally force them to get married on the spot.”*

*“So when we get to the scene, we just go ‘please get married, brothers,’ right?”*

*“…”*

Zhou Yili gripped the blue velvet box. The two silver rings clicked together silently. He looked down for several seconds, composing the emotions in his eyes.

He turned back and coaxed with a lazy, light smile: “Don't be angry, baby. I’ll go back and contact PR to take down all the proposal trending topics. We’ll do it again another day…”

“I do.”

Shen Jixing answered him with only those two words.

Zhou Yili froze, his long eyes staring blankly at him.

Shen Jixing laughed silently, reaching out to brush his fingertip across the corner of his eye. “What a small matter, why are you so aggrieved?”

He was met with a fervent embrace. Zhou Yili, in his thin shirt, pressed him into his chest, holding him tightly. “I was afraid you wouldn't agree.”

Shen Jixing had always been thin-skinned. He didn't like noise, and he didn't like being watched, but he wanted to give him a sense of ceremony—he couldn't just brush it off. Zhou Yili had wracked his clumsy brain to plan how to clear the venue, so that between heaven and earth, only the two of them would remain. Standing on a stage after the revelry, in a world about to collapse.

“Who told you I don’t like the spotlight?”

Shen Jixing lowered his gaze, took out the ring, and slipped it onto his ring finger. “The name ‘Zhou Yili’ is more dazzling than anything else.”

He extended his cold, fair, slender hand toward him.

Shen Jixing said, “Happy engagement?”

…

Under the night sky, the fans rushed back toward the venue in excitement. The manager, thinking he was doomed either way, turned back and rushed toward the stage, when his steps suddenly faltered—

He heard Zhou Yili’s laughter echoing faintly under the night sky, bold and fervent.

“I think the answer is already quite clear.”

The man possessed infinite vitality, his laughter infectious to everyone around him. Screams erupted from the perimeter of the stadium, as if the concert had never truly ended.

“Before those girls come back, run.” Shen Jixing squeezed his fingers.

Zhou Yili bent down and swept him into his arms, crossing the stage’s extension, stirring up a flurry of gold foil and ribbons.

“As you wish, my wife.”

Shen Jixing was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently. He wrapped his arms around Zhou Yili, looking through the sky to see the scattered stars above.

One faint star had been exiled, far from the rest of the galaxy.

In the next second, Zhou Yili’s smiling eyes blocked the stars, and Shen Jixing could no longer see anything at all.

Because someone had told him:

You are the eternal moon hanging in the sky, and the unfallen star in my destiny.

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