The cold wind kept blowing. The dead leaves on the tree rustled, spiraling off the branches one after another and drifting endlessly down.
Silence spread between them, lending even the deep night an oppressive air.
Fu Hanchuan stepped forward and stood beside Fu Zhiyan.
"I don't know what happened between you two or what your goal is. I'm not interested in knowing what you intend to do by staying beside Yanyan, either."
Fu Hanchuan parted his thin lips, his voice cold. "But he likes you very much, depends on you, and considers you family."
"I don't care what you're really thinking or what you want to do. As long as he's happy and you don't cross the line, I can turn a blind eye."
"But if you dare do anything to hurt him."
"I won't let you get away with it."
He had long since prepared to accept threats telling him to leave or face fierce rejection, but he had never expected Fu Hanchuan to say something like this.
Was he giving ground?
Fu Zhiyan paused slightly, surprise flashing through his eyes. He smiled. "Was I like this before?"
Fu Hanchuan frowned. "What did you say?"
Fu Zhiyan chuckled without answering.
Instead, he brought up another topic.
"You love him. You can't be unaware of his feelings." Fu Zhiyan curled his lips, his expression playful and his tone subtle. "Then surely you also know what Yanyan feels for me now?"
Fu Hanchuan's expression instantly turned utterly grim.
The truth he had deliberately ignored pierced his heart like a needle, hurting so much that he could barely breathe.
Yes.
As intimate partners, there was no way he could mistake the way his lover looked at another man.
It was more than affection. He could not ignore that veiled attachment and love.