The words fell.
Wen Yanyu looked toward Fu Hanchuan with some fear.
Fu Hanchuan's expression was unchanged, without surprise or doubt, still calm.
Wen Yanyu froze for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Do you believe me?"
Fu Hanchuan shook his head, his voice soft, gentle yet firm. "I believe you."
Just three simple words.
Yet Wen Yanyu's eyes suddenly reddened, moisture welling at their corners despite himself, his voice growing choked.
In the darkness, Wen Yanyu thought he was lying with his back to the light and the man before him probably could not see much, so he let his tears fall.
But he had forgotten one thing.
Fu Hanchuan's gaze was fixed on Wen Yanyu's face. His pale irises gave him exceptionally good vision in the dark, so naturally, he did not miss that trail of tears.
Fu Hanchuan reached out and pulled Wen Yanyu into his arms, one hand still clasping his while the other rested against his lower back, stroking gently.
Wen Yanyu sobbed without a word.
As emotions flickered in his eyes, heartache won out in the end. Fu Hanchuan sighed helplessly. "If remembering hurts so much, then let's not remember."
"If you're unhappy, let's go to sleep."
Fu Hanchuan moved a little closer, drawing the young man's other hand, slightly damp with nervous sweat, into his embrace as well, gently rubbing it and warming it little by little.
"Listen to me."
"No matter what happens, I'll stay with you."
"I know there are many things about you that can't be explained, many things I want to know, many things that might be important. But you need to know one thing."
Fu Hanchuan paused, then said gently, "To me, what matters most is that you're healthy and happy every day."
Every emotion in his eyes had