Speechless, Shen Jingwei could do nothing but stare at Yan Renzhong.
"You..."
"Jingwei..."
Gently, like a treasure hunter who just got his hands on the most precious golden crown, Yan Renzhong caressed Shen Jingwei's face.
His thumbs very carefully but gently traced the contour of Shen Jingwei's cheek before he cradled Shen Jingwei's jaw in his palms.
As Shen Jingwei gazed deep into Yan Renzhong's eyes, it was almost as if he was looking at his boyfriend from three years ago.
And then something dawned on him.
Yan Renzhong's love language was not him carrying Shen Jingwei's luggage.
It was also not him buying Shen Jingwei his favorite dessert.
Or him picking Shen Jingwei up on a rainy day with an umbrella.
It was his act of caring for someone he loved.
His love and affection bled through every action of his.
Yan Renzhong did not chase Shen Jingwei to beg for his apologies.
