Cheng Yue did not actually care whether it was Su Xingchen or Su Beichen.
What bothered him was why this man could return and stroll into Ji Huaijin's world as though he belonged there.
Put more plainly, Cheng Yue could not stop brooding over the past they shared-a past he knew nothing about.
Ji Huaijin came from a distinguished family and possessed an exceptional grace. Years steeped in literature and calligraphy had given him a scholarly air rich with personal charm. He was truly one of heaven's favorites.
To borrow a popular expression, all he had to do was stand there, and countless people would fall for him.
Cheng Yue was no exception.
If he did not genuinely like him, why would he keep getting tangled up with him, time and again?
Call it attraction at first sight or affection that grew with time.
By the time he suddenly realized it, Ji Huaijin had already taken root in his heart, though he could not say when.
So, with his feelings at their most intense, it was impossible not to mind when he saw Su Xingchen standing before him in pajamas.
Cheng Yue's expression remained calm, his eyes lowered. He let Ji Huaijin's hot breath wash over his face as he said evenly, "So, you think you're innocent?"
Half a year had passed since their accidental encounter, and they had come to understand each other somewhat. If Cheng Yue placed particular importance on boundaries, then Ji Huaijin was, at his core, emotionally detached.
Without his earlier indulgence, how would Su Xingchen have dared to cross those boundaries so brazenly?
The moonlight deepened. Unlike the bustle of the city, the countryside was especially quiet at night.
In the darkness, Ji Huaijin gave a soft laugh. "It was my fault."
He straightened and