Sunlight tore through the night, winter's pale gray-blue spreading from the horizon until it lit up all the darkness.
The warm scent of peaches rested in his arms. Every muscle in his body relaxed completely amid that fragrance, his consciousness hazy in the dark.
Suppressed whimpers echoed in his ears, growing clearer and gradually turning into sobs.
One after another.
They weighed heavily on his chest.
He could not breathe.
The skin of his arm was exposed, and something brushed lightly against it, seemingly leaving a trace of moisture.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes flew open.
Wen Yanyu could not react in time. Before he could even lower the sleeve in his hand, his eyes met the man's head-on.
Their gazes met.
Unstoppable tears kept blurring his vision.
Wen Yanyu tried to hold back his tears, but it felt as though a piece of lemon were lodged in his throat. Every swallow was so sour that his whole body trembled.
After crying for over an hour, his once bright, dark eyes were bloodshot, his lashes drenched in tears. His eyes were so swollen he could barely open them, yet he could not hold back the tears.
Sobs still escaped his throat uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry..." Wen Yanyu apologized through his tears, the guilt in his eyes almost spilling over to drown them both.
Meeting those tear-filled eyes, Fu Hanchuan felt his heart shudder. However sleepy he had been, every trace of it vanished.
He looked at Wen Yanyu, who was already a sobbing mess, then at the arm cradled against his chest, and connected it with what had been wrong last night.
It took him only a second to realize what had happened.
Fu Hanchuan pulled his arm free and immediately wrapped it around the young man, holding him tightly as he hurried