Chapter 107: Extra – Love Poem Part 2
After accepting the fact that his lover was a dragon, Fang Huai thought he had seen it all—that nothing could surprise him anymore.
But as it turned out… he was wrong.
After he and Ye Yuyuan publicly announced their relationship, at first, it was just wedding companies reaching out for endorsement deals—which was normal enough. Then came home goods brands, kitchenware companies, and even range hoods. But an hour ago, the most baffling thing happened.
“A…” Fang Huai set down his script and repeated, “baby products and infant formula company?”
“Yes,” the person on the other end of the call confirmed. Somehow, they had managed to get Fang Huai’s personal number, skipping past his agent, Shi Feiran, and calling him directly. “We heard you’re planning to get married soon…”
Fang Huai: “……”
“My partner and I are both men,” Fang Huai tried to explain. “Objectively speaking, we have no need for infant formula or baby products.”
“No, Mr. Fang, as everyone knows, male pregnancy is fully in line with biological and physical laws on this site…” the person continued eloquently.
Fang Huai had no choice but to check the story’s tags—no mpreg.
After a brief hesitation, he apologized and promptly hung up.
…And so on.
This was just a small episode in the process of preparing for their wedding.
It was now early October—exactly one month since that extraordinary Oscar night. Fang Huai’s 20th birthday was on December 3rd.
After their island vacation, he and Ye Yuyuan planned to embark on a two-month trip around the world, returning home on December 3rd to get married.
Just two months. No one else. No work. Only them. Fang Huai was more than willing to waste time with Ye Yuyuan—or rather, to enjoy it.
Ye Yuyuan made slight adjustments to their appearances so they wouldn’t stand out too much in a crowd. On the day of their departure, autumn had just arrived in Nan City. Fang Huai put on a hoodie, and Ye Yuyuan added a sweater over it, making sure he also wore thermal pants before they finally managed to leave the house.
They didn’t take a private jet—since they had booked their tickets late, they even ended up flying business class. Like any ordinary couple in the world, they arrived at their first stop: Hokkaido. By then, Fang Huai was already too drowsy to walk, so Ye Yuyuan carried him all the way to the hot spring inn.
“You and your partner are so happy together,” the receptionist, dressed in a yukata, smiled at them. “You’re a perfect match.”
Other guests nearby also chuckled. Ye Yuyuan’s ears turned red. Before he could say anything, Fang Huai, half-asleep, nuzzled against his ear and murmured in agreement:
“The most perfect match in the world.”
The next morning, they visited a shrine.
Fang Huai had never been religious—not before, and not now—but he still tossed a coin into the offering box, pressed his hands together, and made a wish.
In truth, he had nothing left to wish for. Everything he had ever wanted had already come true—better than he had ever dreamed.
As they stepped out of the shrine, Ye Yuyuan lowered his gaze and asked, “What did you wish for?”
“I wished for you to kiss me,” Fang Huai answered honestly.
That year, the first snowfall came early. The snow in Hokkaido was especially beautiful. The wind wasn’t too cold, and the flakes drifted softly to the ground. Ye Yuyuan had wrapped Fang Huai up tightly, leaving only his nose exposed, which had turned a little red from the chill.
Ye Yuyuan intertwined their fingers. They walked in silence for a while until Ye Yuyuan pulled Fang Huai’s woolen hat down slightly, tilted his head, and kissed him. His voice was a little shy as he whispered:
“Wish granted. What else?”
“Dinner tonight is sukiyaki,” Fang Huai couldn’t think of another wish, so he repeated part of their travel plans. “And when we soak in the hot springs, I want to drink plum wine.”
That evening, while soaking in the hot springs, Ye Yuyuan asked Fang Huai a question.
“Our lives are very long.”
Steam curled around them. The snow had stopped, and the moon hung high in the sky. Ye Yuyuan’s voice sounded like he was narrating a dream.
“Huai Huai, long enough that you might find it hard to imagine.”
The world kept changing, but you might end up forgotten by time, left in some hidden corner.
Maybe one day, Hokkaido would no longer see snowfall. The hot springs would dry up. People would stop drinking delicious plum wine. Everything once familiar would have changed beyond recognition.
Fang Huai thought for about half a minute.
Then, he looked at Ye Yuyuan and said seriously:
“If there’s no hot spring, we can take a walk instead. If there’s no plum wine, we can drink something else. What I mean is…”
Fang Huai rubbed his earlobe with his index finger, a little frustrated that his words weren’t as romantic as he wanted them to be. But still, he finished his sentence:
“The world will change, but I will love you for a long, long time. If I’m with you, even a snowless Hokkaido will still be beautiful.”
Ye Yuyuan was silent for a moment.
Fang Huai reached out for the wine glass at the edge, but Ye Yuyuan pressed his hand down.
In the steaming mist of the hot spring, they shared a long kiss—so long that Fang Huai felt a little dizzy. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or the lack of oxygen, but neither of them spoke about stopping.
Over the next two months, they didn’t manage to visit every corner of the world, but they did go to many different places.
They took a hot air balloon ride in Brazil, climbed the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland to watch the sunset, trekked through the desert with a caravan for half a month, and admired the breathtaking Northern Lights in Northern Europe.
They were together the whole time.
In Brazil, Fang Huai bought a Polaroid camera and started filling an album—first with simple photos, then with diary entries. They both wrote down their thoughts beside the pictures, or left little messages for each other.
For example, while buying chocolate in Switzerland, Fang Huai snapped a picture of Ye Yuyuan’s reaction after eating dark chocolate and wrote beside it: “Mr. Ye thinks this chocolate is bitter, but I think he is sweet.”
The next day, Ye Yuyuan crossed out the “he” (?) and replaced it with “it” (?) using a pencil.
The day after that, Fang Huai changed it back.
In Northern Europe, Feng Lang happened to be working there and briefly joined them. At first glance, he and Ye Yuyuan seemed like they didn’t get along, but in reality, when they were together, everyone had a great time.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Their last stop was the Czech Republic—the place where Fang Jianguo had taken Fang Huai to live for several years.
Prague felt like a city straight out of a fairy tale. They wandered through the markets, stayed in a cozy wooden cabin for a few days, and Fang Huai took Ye Yuyuan to see where he used to live.
The nurse at the clinic still remembered him.
She recalled the quiet, withdrawn teenager from two years ago—the boy who always came alone, spending hours working on construction sites, traveling back and forth between the site, home, and the clinic, always lacking sleep. Sometimes, when she performed checkups on Fang Jianguo, Fang Huai would doze off beside him.
“Fang Huai, you’ve changed a lot,” the nurse said sincerely. “God bless you.”
“Thank you.” Fang Huai answered seriously.
Then, they visited Fang Jianguo’s grave.
Fang Huai had thought he had a lot to say, but when the moment arrived, he found himself at a loss for words.
The old man in the photograph on the tombstone grinned at him like a mischievous child.
Fang Huai placed a bottle of Erguotou and a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“Fang Jianguo, I’m doing really well. How about you?”
How about you?
No one answered.
The wind brushed gently past Fang Huai’s ear, carrying delicate flower petals up into the sky. He waited for a while, and suddenly, a bittersweet yet peaceful emotion welled up in his heart.
He could almost guess what Fang Jianguo would have said. If he were here, he would definitely laugh and say, “Silly boy, do you really think I’d be worse off than you?”
“That’s good to hear.” Fang Huai uncapped the bottle of Erguotou, poured a glass, and habitually reminded, “Drink less. It’s bad for your health.”
He turned around, paused for a moment, then walked away. At the end of the path, Ye Yuyuan was waiting for him.
Behind Fang Huai, the translucent spirit smiled faintly. As the wind blew, it scattered into the air along with the petals.
Ye Yuyuan reached out and intertwined their fingers.
*
December 3rd.
Their long journey had come to an end, but there was still so much ahead.
Fang Huai and Ye Yuyuan went to the Civil Affairs Bureau in Nan City, waited in line like everyone else, and followed the official procedures. When they finally received their red marriage certificate, Fang Huai still felt like he was dreaming.
They were the first same-sex couple to register that day.
Another year had passed unknowingly, and many more years awaited them. But this year was destined to be special.
As time turned the pages of life, the first snow began to fall, and in the distance, a street musician’s soft love song drifted through the air.
Under the vast sky, they shared a kiss.
There would be no more storms—only stars and the moon for all the years to come.
This was a love poem without an ending.
Author’s Note: The next chapter is a story about Fang Jianguo and Lin Shuheng in a parallel universe. Please consider carefully before purchasing!
