Mo Aini woke slowly this time, trying to enjoy this moment of seeing Hu Dongtian once more. Thought they weren't away for a long time......
It felt like a thousand eternities with all the A-Tian's he saw in the dream.
His heart still ached for the one in robes, and the more he stared at Hu Dongtian's weeping face with half-opened eyes, the more he resembled him.
He who was so hurt, who had to accept a fate without him.
Who had to let him go. Until now, the pain would forever be etched in his heart like words on a cherry blossom tree.
In fact, he felt so guilty that he still didn't call out Hu Dongtian who was covering his face with his hands as he wept and called out to him. He couldn't.
He can only observe him for a while, as if torturing himself by watching his own lover in anguish because of him.
He reached out to touch his hair slowly, but Hu Dongtian sensed him too fast. He was a little disappointed that he did.
