Shi Mu spoke with some excitement; he had always believed he was not the type to lose composure easily.
But whenever it came to Si Chen, or anything related to him, he seemed destined to lose his cool and his emotions would inexplicably surge.
Si Chen could clearly feel how tightly Shi Mu was holding him.
The powerful aura radiating from his body made it difficult for Si Chen to breathe, and as his chin rested on Shi Mu's shoulder, he could also distinctly see the violent shaking of Shi Mu's shoulder.
"Shi Mu, let me go first," Si Chen said, gently pushing him away; any tighter, and he would have been unable to breathe.
Shi Mu remained motionless, his chest heaving violently, his entire being seeming exceptionally frail, "I don't want to let go. I just want to hold you right now. Can you let me hold you, just for a little while? Do you know how long it's been since you've let me hold you? I really miss you, Achun..."
