That face looked like a demon's.
"Ah!" Xia Shule jolted awake. In his dream, Jiang Gechen had been glaring at him with gritted teeth and hatred.
Xia Shule stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. At that moment, he seemed to realize something: his psychological trauma would not disappear just because he had been reborn.
If only I could have a system. I heard those things could fulfill any wish.
But he did not have one. After staring for a long while, Xia Shule ruffled his hair and got up.
His suit for the evening banquet was burgundy, even more luxurious than the new one he had changed into on his first day back, with softer fabric.
Afraid of wrinkling the suit by sitting in it, Xia Shule simply sat on the sofa in his pajamas, leaving the suit beside him as he stared into space.
"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
Yan Zhiyi walked in carrying a chocolate cake. He looked toward the bed first, then, finding no one there, noticed Xia Shule sitting on the sofa.
He sat beside Xia Shule and asked with concern, "Why are you awake? Didn't sleep well?"
Xia Shule stared at the cake. "Did you bring that for me?"
"Mm. Something to tide you over."
Xia Shule gazed at Yan Zhiyi with bright eyes. The longer he looked, the more pleased he felt, a smile lifting his lips.
Suddenly, Xia Shule reached out and wrapped his arms around Yan Zhiyi's waist, burying his face in the other man's chest.
Just a hug. If Yan Zhiyi ever finds someone he likes, I won't interfere. Just like I said at the beginning, I'll know my place.
Yan Zhiyi paused, then set the cake on the coffee table and hugged Xia Shule back. He rested his chin