Early that morning, Fang Ci woke up and picked up the phone beside the bed to check the time.
It was exactly six.
Afraid of waking Yang Xiaomian, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Fang Ci put his phone back and decided to hold him and sleep a little longer.
They had arranged with Gu Cheng and Ye Ruan to visit their home for the Lantern Festival that day, making tangyuan and admiring the moon together.
Unfortunately, their moon-viewing plans would probably fall through.
Rain fell outside the window, neither fast nor slow, pattering against the glass. If it kept up all day, admiring the moon would naturally be out of the question.
Just then, Yang Xiaomian, whose head had been resting on his arm, stirred. His brows knitted tightly as he curled up and pressed closer to Fang Ci.
Seeing his flushed cheeks, Fang Ci finally realized something was wrong. He reached out to touch his forehead. It was rather hot.
Yang Xiaomian's lashes fluttered, as though he wanted to open his eyes.
"You seem to have a fever. Stay still. I'll get the thermometer."
Fang Ci brushed the hair off Yang Xiaomian's forehead and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheekbone to reassure him.
The rain had lowered the temperature indoors. Fang Ci ran hot; at home, he would throw on a pair of trousers, sometimes going shirtless when there were no visitors.
Even though Fang Ci tucked the covers around him right away, Yang Xiaomian still felt cold. His lips moved as he tried to call out to him, but no sound came.
Through his haze, he saw Fang Ci turn his back and leave.
It looked a little like the first time he had confessed, when Fang Ci had rejected him, apologized, then turned and