Almost immediately, Mu Yuze's arms came around his broad shoulders. "Juan-gege…"
Perhaps it was because of how hot Mu Yuze's touch was, or perhaps it was the quiet desperation in his tone as he called out He Juan's name, or perhaps… it was He Juan himself who was getting sappy, he actually felt an acute pain wrenching his gut when he heard that. So hard that he could not breathe for a few moments as tears started to gather on the corner of his eyes. Sweat broke out on his temple and He Juan had to lean closer into the source of Mu Yuze's scent as though that was the oxygen he needed to live.
Exactly how could those three words be so painful? He Juan could not figure it out…
He Juan could not quite describe what he was feeling right now. He was… happy, delighted yet at the same time so… so sad. It was like he was rediscovering a piece of himself he did not know was lost until it finally slotted back to him with a click. Locked and complete.
