Heimo spent the dinner in a dilemma, his mood alternating between wanting to weave a poem about Jingxue-Jun's beauty or scrambling to hide in a place where he could escape from the man's tender gaze. He felt it vividly on top of his head, sending goosebumps over the back of his neck. Heimo was sure that if he glanced up, he would be able to find Jingxue-Jun staring at him with such an intense gaze that it put the moonlight to shame. He wasn't so oblivious that he didn't understand what the other was insinuating.
Jingxue-Jun must have… liked him the same way as he liked the man. Heimo was sure of it.
