When Feng Ze heard those words, even his breathing slowed. He stood frozen, his mind utterly blank.
His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze abruptly narrowing.
His eyes settled on Tao Zhiyan's figure. Beneath the tender moonlight, he could hardly tell whether this was reality or an illusion.
Was this a dream?
Feng Ze was dazed.
Or was his illness-
Before he could finish the thought, the person before him suddenly moved.
Tao Zhiyan ran toward him, spread his arms, and threw himself into Feng Ze's embrace.
He came at him with such force that Feng Ze instinctively reached out to catch him.
"I'm back." Tao Zhiyan clung tightly to Feng Ze, his eyes burning.
He could feel Feng Ze's powerful heartbeat through his chest, pounding steadily.
It wasn't an illusion.
It was real.
Tao Zhiyan was back.
The man in his arms hugged him tightly, resting his head on Feng Ze's shoulder and nuzzling against him.
Feng Ze raised his hand, but it hovered in midair, never coming down.
Only after a long while did he finally find his voice. "Didn't you leave?"
Something was clearly wrong with his voice. Tao Zhiyan paused before letting go of him.
He looked at Feng Ze and pressed his lips together. "Yes."
"And then?" Feng Ze frowned. "You came back?"
His expression was angry, his face grim. "Tao Zhiyan, do you have any idea what you're doing?"
His voice was icy, almost harsh.
But if one listened closely, one could hear it tremble at the end.
Tao Zhiyan's heart ached. He reached out to hug Feng Ze again and asked softly, "Are you blaming yourself?"
Feng Ze stood completely frozen.
He said nothing. His breathing was slow, and so was his heartbeat.
Tao Zhiyan could feel what he was feeling.
He patted him