Shen Jingwei nodded, his handsome features illuminated by a gentle smile that made him bloom like the most exquisite flower.
Feng Jietang groaned inwardly.
"I give up," he said. "If you are truly happy with that guy, then I won't say or do anything to make you unhappy."
Shen Jingwei put a hand on Feng Jietang's shoulder in a comradely way.
"Thank you, Jietang."
Feng Jietang shook his head several times, as if lamenting his poor fate. The first man he ever liked just had to slip out of his grip so easily.
"But if you ever change your mind about Yan Renzhong..."
Feng Jietang put his hand on top of Shen Jingwei's and squeezed it, "know that I will always be waiting for you."
"..."
The two men looked at each other, their gazes locked together in silence.
Shen Jingwei struggled to find the right words. He wanted to express his appreciation for Feng Jietang, but a simple "thank you" felt insufficient.
