Fu Hanchuan remained stunned for a long time without making a sound, or perhaps he did not dare to.
Until Wen Yanyu let go of his hand.
He rolled over little by little from the other side and carefully nestled into his arms.
Fu Hanchuan stared blankly at the person so close to him, his mind utterly empty, only his heartbeat accelerating wildly.
Wen Yanyu lifted his eyes to look at the man in the darkness. His bright, dark eyes were filled with mist, as though tears would spill out the next second.
"I don't want to be apart from you."
Wen Yanyu's voice was very soft, so soft it was a little choked, so soft it could not conceal the longing that had finally been unearthed.
Fu Hanchuan froze for an instant. Their eyes met, and the feelings in Wen Yanyu's eyes, so intense they had almost become tangible, nearly drowned him.
The emotions in Fu Hanchuan's eyes jolted violently. His breathing trembled terribly, yet his body was rigid, unable to move.
A long time passed.
Fu Hanchuan opened his mouth but made no sound. He only gently reached out, wrapped his arms around Wen Yanyu's waist, and buried his entire face in the hollow of his shoulder.
Wen Yanyu tried to press himself farther into his arms and murmured once more, "We won't be apart."
As he listened to that soft, tender voice beside his ear.
A sweetness mingled with an ache swept him up.
It felt as though he had suddenly plunged into a sea of honey with a muffled boom. He had thought he could swim to shore, only to discover the moment he fell that the sea was full of blades.
The blades pierced him with indescribable pain, yet the sweet syrup there made him