Before his brain could even process, his feet had carried him sprinting across the corridor, toward where his dear boyfriend was.
Jin Jiuchi… Jin Jiuchi…!
Shen Nianzu's heart called out to him ardently. The overpowering force of his longing even offset the bone-aching exhaustion that wore him down to the core. He ran as though he had wings behind his back, as though he had never known what fatigue was. His heart felt stronger and more alive than ever. For God's sake, never had he expected the day would come when he would miss that silly husky so much as now!
"Nian'er…"
"Nian'er…"
The voice echoed once more, and Shen Nianzu cried out in response, "Jin Jiuchi! Jin Jiuchi, where are you?!" His voice bounced off the walls and returned to him again. Before him was nothing but an endless stretch of corridors. Shen Nianzu's frustration quickly grew to a fever pitch.
