Feng Wanting soon sent a message: [Good night, then. See you tomorrow.]
Pei Yang wiped away his tears, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
...I can't hide it.
The thought coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.
As long as he and Pei Zhi shared that blood tie, there was no hiding it.
Sooner or later, Feng Wanting would find out. It was only a matter of time. When that day came, how was he supposed to face Feng Wanting and Xile?
Pei Yang bit down hard on his lip. The lingering warmth of Pei Zhi's neck still burned against his fingertips, and that frenzied moment that had set his blood surging had taken root in his mind for good.
Pei Yang collapsed onto the floor and wiped haphazardly at the screen with his sleeve, only to discover another message beneath that gentle good night.
[Good night, then. See you tomorrow.]
[Boyfriend.]
The tears Pei Yang had just managed to stop burst forth like floodwater. As they streamed down his face, he buried it in his knees and curled up even tighter, as though he could squeeze all the pain out of himself that way.
...I wish I could just be free of it all. His body truly couldn't bear another unexpected blow. Every time happiness was almost within reach, reality struck him hard, leaving him pierced and bleeding.
Pei Yang had lived like this since childhood, on the dividing line between happiness and collapse. He had thought he would get used to it, thought the feeling no longer hurt him. But this time... the pain was more than he could bear, the blow so crushing that he wanted to fall asleep and never wake up...
"Feng Wanting... I can't go on living. What do I do... I can't go on