I Know I'm Losing You

(1) The first time Shen Jingyuan walked into the inn, a circle of people had gathered downstairs. A hoarse voice drawled leisurely, "Three of dots—I pong." Someone noticed Shen Jingyuan and called out, "Brother Nan, got a customer." The standing crowd made way, and the one seated in the middle looked up. Sun-kissed skin, sharp features, a face like a rogue. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he asked vaguely, "What kind of room ya want?" Shen Jingyuan didn’t even know his name, yet his heart jolted violently to life. (2) Later, Shen Jingyuan asked more than once: "What will you do when I’m gone?" Yan Qingnan replied carelessly: "What can I do? Run my shop, earn my money." Shen Jingyuan laughed, and Yan Qingnan pinched his cheek. "Xiao Yuan, stop laughing. It hurts." Then they kissed, sharing a mouthful of bitter smoke. Deep down, neither forgot that diagnosis report. The convoluted medical jargon boiled down to a single line: Wait, or die. Anything beyond "what can I do" was just bullshit. (3) *I truly love you* *Every word isn’t said lightly* — *"The One"* ● HE! Both alive! ● Alternate title: *Chengdu Mahjong Tutorial* ● Author’s note: Due to limited knowledge, all details about the protagonist’s illness are fictionalized for plot convenience. No logic applies.