No one but Shen Ru knew what had just happened.
But judging by the densely packed figures behind the black-haired young man, they could more or less imagine that those few moments of disappearance had been anything but pleasant for Shen Ru.
Mo Yu said nothing and made no unnecessary movements. He simply stood quietly to one side, patiently waiting for the young man to vent all his emotions.
The veins bulging in his neck, the crimson spilling beneath his eyes from rage, the hideous, ghostlike shadows behind him...
Mo Yu watched expressionlessly, but no one knew that he was angrier than anyone else.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the beast gradually awakening inside him, and waited with restraint.
Only when Shen Ru stopped moving did the shadows in the darkness finally lose control, darting out beside the young man and bringing him to Mo Yu's side.
Mo Yu's hands trembled slightly. He seemed to want to hug Shen Ru, but after a moment's hesitation, he chose instead to gently wipe the blood off his lover.
A hug could offer comfort, but his rose had no need for pity disguised as care.
What Shen Ru needed was Mo Yu's unwavering resolve and willingness to stand by him without hesitation.
As it happened, those were the things Mo Yu did best.
Yet Mo Yu still couldn't suppress the urge to hold him. If Shen Ru suffered even the slightest harm at another's hands, he would go mad over it, perhaps even deciding to drag the entire channel to its death.
Naturally, the young man knew he had just lost control. He also knew the fear, unease, and even rage Mo Yu felt at that moment.
The rose took the initiative to embrace his sun, suppressing the volatile impulses neither of