˓ ㅤ 𔕛 Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Drabble when they're the ones who got dumped by you
Paring : Ningrongrong / Ningfengzhi / Chenxin / Gurong
Rating : PG
Words : 793
Warning : No
Version : eng / th
Synopsis : You’ve been in a romantic relationship with them for a long time, but then you suddenly break up with them directly. And here’s their reaction when they hear those words from your mouth (Good luck surviving!)
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⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀ NINGRONGRONG
The brightness in Ning Rongrong’s eyes had clearly dimmed. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she looked at you with a calm, unreadable gaze. She was always confident—sharp-tongued and unafraid to speak her mind among those she trusted. But years of training under her father had taught her the art of diplomacy: to speak the words others wanted to hear. "Why...? Just yesterday, you told me you’d walk this path with me.” The sting of rejection surfaced, shaking her once-steady confidence. Still, she chose to bury it deep. Those crystal-clear eyes, usually so expressive, now held thoughts she couldn’t bring herself to say aloud. She had never been one to dwell in negativity. Instead, she sought to understand, to make peace with things beyond her control. She had to be strong—for herself, for the future she was meant to lead. Even though her hands curled into fists, aching to reach out and keep you by her side. “I bought you so many things... All of them—everything—you’ve ever said you wanted.” “And now, after everything... you're still going to leave me?”
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀ NINGFENGZHI
Ning Fengzhi’s shadow stretched long under the dim light. He didn’t look up from the stack of documents immediately after hearing your parting words. No reaction. No change in expression. And yet, something inside him was crumbling—quietly, without sound. He was a man who understood love—not as possession, but as understanding. He had always carried the weight of leadership with grace, never demanding to be the center of anyone’s world. He knew... sometimes, the most loving thing you could do was let someone grow on the path they chose for themselves. When he finally looked up at you, pain flickered faintly in his eyes—restrained, as always, behind the dignity of a man who had long accepted the loneliness of leadership. "I respect your decision," he said softly,"But know this—no matter where life takes you, in my eyes, you will never be the one who lost." He wanted to hear your reasons. He didn’t demand them. Even now, he placed your voice above his own emotions. Without a word, he reached for the emblem ring and an unrestricted expense card—symbols of his quiet, unwavering care. "Take these," he said, placing them in your hand. "Let them stand in for me. Use them as you wish." "And if the day ever comes when you choose differently—return." "The gates of this sect will always be open… awaiting its rightful Lady."
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀ CHENXIN
The silver blade in Chenxin’s hand gleamed, sharpened to perfection. He had heard your words—clear, deliberate, undeniable. And yet, he remained still. As always. He was never one to wear his emotions openly. Instead, he revealed them through decisions—measured, reasoned, but deeply human. Chenxin was a man who accepted mistakes, studied them, and refined himself through each scar life carved into him. He had trained his whole life—for strength, for clarity, for control. But your parting words unsettled him, if only for a moment. Just long enough for the silence to speak louder than steel. "Why would you say such a thing?" The sound of his sword slicing through the air rang like a quiet tremor—controlled, yet unmistakably tense. He stood firm, not with anger, but with resistance. Resistance to losing what his heart had already accepted as irreplaceable. "Two people walking together must be bound by understanding," he said, voice low but unwavering. "If your words come from boredom or doubt, then no—I will not let you go so easily." "I don’t want you to leave. Not because I wish to keep you... But because I don’t want you running from feelings you haven’t yet understood."
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀ GURONG
Gu Rong said nothing at first. The smile that had always lingered on his lips faded the moment your words reached him. He looked straight at you—sharp eyes narrowing just slightly beneath dark brows. He had always been a man of silent conviction. What he valued, he protected. And what he chose to care for—he cared for with unwavering focus. “Why?” The question came low, steady. He leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of his hand, calm as ever. His other hand curled into a tight fist. He wanted to reach out. To pull you back. But he knew—if love needed freedom to live, he had no right to chain it. Still… his gaze held you in place. It wasn’t pleading. It wasn’t a threat. It was a silent refusal. Like stone buried deep beneath sand, unmoved by wind or wave. “I know what I protect… and what I’m willing to lose.” “…And I am not willing to lose you. Not now.”
