Wen Yanyu quickly put his phone away.
"Nothing." Wen Yanyu forced a smile, pretending nothing was wrong. "I was just wondering when we could get back to the city. It's too cold in these mountains. My body can't take it."
Since he still had a cold, Wen Yanyu's voice retained a little of that lingering hoarseness and brokenness; just hearing it made one's heart tremble.
Fu Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on the young man's haggard face for a long time before slowly shifting away.
"You used to tell me everything, no matter what happened. Do you only like puppies?"
His voice was very even, without any emotional fluctuation, as though it were merely an offhand complaint, yet somehow a hint of hurt could be heard in it.
Wen Yanyu froze, his heart suddenly thrown into turmoil, and evasively avoided the man's gaze.
"I'm sorry."
His trembling voice plainly betrayed his unsettled emotions.
Fu Zhiyan's gaze stilled, and his hands stopped moving. He came around from behind Wen Yanyu and crouched in front of him.
Fu Zhiyan looked up at Wen Yanyu.
"I'm sorry. The way I phrased that made you misunderstand."
"I only asked because I wanted to know why you looked unhappy. You haven't done anything wrong, and you don't need to apologize to me."
Fu Zhiyan lowered himself before him to apologize, adopting a subordinate position that let him look down at him completely.
Yet it was also a forceful, irresistible stance that enveloped him tightly, leaving all his secrets nowhere to hide and making him look only into those eyes.
Fu Zhiyan had beautiful eyes and brows, deep-set yet gentle, his lashes like raven feathers, each distinctly defined. Even if their natural cool gray hue might, at first glance, make one think their owner