Julien just wanted to escape from uncomfortable questions.
Where was Lucius going with all of this?
He refrained himself from rolling his eyes at the villain's behavior today.
Julien was heading back to the home and was again lost in his thoughts in companionable silence.
It may be because the book is from the perspective of Romdemio so Lucius was always described as a very understanding and nice person. Julien mocked internally than in these four words, he probably could only count a 'person' and there was one more misconception - he should be this way to anyone except Julien and here a moment ago he was holding his hand.
Once Julien reached his room, he leaned against the wall and put his head in his hands.
Romantically, though, he had never put himself out there, ever. A lifetime of insecurity – he was too traumatized, too scared, too scruffy, uncoordinated, his long list of faults went on.
So he had always been the one to rebuff any would-be admirers. There were likely many people who liked him, but no one has ever sparked his interest only with appearance – no one except Lucius damn villain.
He took a deep and steady breath.
They were poles apart and from two very different worlds.
[System: Host, what's wrong?]
Julien managed to sound in a matter-of-fact: "Nothing. I won't be seeing Lucius again."
[System: Oh? What do you mean?]
With a shake, Julien cleared his head: "I should steer clear of him. He is not the alpha for me.]
[System: I have got it written down in the data somewhere.]
Julien was left speechless by the System.
His mood shifted and a smile finally appeared on his face, when he was looking at his Weibo and reading positive comments about his live stream performance.
Julien spontaneously went live and people instantly started to show up despite the fact that he didn't promote it in advance.
At first, he had a casual chat with the audience for a few minutes as he read through the comments section to shout people out and answered questions.
Countless netizens who watched Julien commented on the bottom:
[King of Dogs: It's a pity not to enter the entertainment industry with such singing skills!]
[Little Golden Fish: I only regret I didn't go to the scene in person when he performed.]
[Fury Worm: How much money does your brother give you? I will double it!]
Julien smiled after he read some of these comments, but he not intended to respond to any of them: "I still have something to do here."
He just wanted to share his emotion with someone. Julien made this decisions on impulses of his heart. Maybe the people who were watching him perform were going through something that was similar and listening to his song will show them that they were not alone.
His voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. Soothing, in a way:
Just pretend that we have never met
We have already run out of time to explain
Forget it, it doesn't matter what I have done
There is no other way, it is frightening
That me was to outrageous always going in head first
If it's not love, don't lie, it's just a bit of a crush
If it's not hate, don't make so much a fuss
Just think of me as a very troublesome person
Someone who always letting himself to get hurt
This is just what it is to have feelings
I wasn't careful and I let myself lose my mind
Let's come to understand that this can't last long
If we owe each other anything then forget about it can we
Can't help it, it's alright, no one has to remain
Forcing ourselves to be together will just wear us down
No regrets, just treat it as mistake
In the future, you don't need to think of me
Could you be as free and easy as I am
One day we will learn from all of this
I have tried to find the answer and the answer is very simple
So simple that it is rather sad
Because to grow we are forced to get used to it
In less than five minutes, the contents of the comment have been transformed:
[A Pure Man: This is the sound that can make the audience cry.]
This hot comment quickly got tens of thousands of likes.
Many of these people felt the connection between themselves and Julien through the music he created.
It's not just netizens who were listening.
Lucius laughed and shook his head after listening to Julien's song.
He magically put a smile and strolled his eyes over to the laptop. He was staring at Julien's gloriously and good-looking face on the screen. The youth was a mass of contradictions: shy, awkward, obviously bright and also arousing as hell. He had tried to resist those feelings over and over again.
Julien's words made sense. He was not the man for him. This was what he meant and it made his rejection easier to accept, but he won't do it.
He understood, but couldn't agree with this and he didn't do waiting. He hated waiting…for anything.
Now he had to wait... fucking wait… again.
Sighing, he checked his phone once again in the hope that Julien had just messaged him, but there was nothing.
Julien in bed was trying to sleep, but his thoughts drifted through this strange morning. He kept coming back to the conversation with Lucius. He turned to his side. He closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.
He was saving himself.
He didn't want to die like Julien in the book.
That night, he dreamed of running toward something or away from it, it was not clear.