Days passed by in a blur, like MingYu's emotions. Quietly, MingYu curled into a ball under layers of fur, letting LongHai pull the cart across these barren, frozen lands with only a few trees littering their path.
They were on their way home, finally. AhXin had been in Yang Chen's and XiangWei's care long enough. The boy must miss his papa after all this time.
AhXin wouldn't forget MingYu, would he? MingYu's heart constricted at the thought, and he pulled the blankets over him tighter, laying still in a fetus form like an idiot.
Not that he couldn't walk. MingYu was perfectly fine and healthy. Yet he feigned tired, just so that he didn't have to face PingZe, or worse, the guilt that weighed down on him like bricks.
PingZe kept his distance, and MingYu couldn't blame him.
