"Do you really hate Gege now?" He Juan flicked his eyes to him only to avert his gaze in the next second, as if… as if he was afraid of what he was going to find on Mu Yuze's face.
And only then did Mu Yuze recall how he had blurted those words in the heat of the moment. He buried his face into his hands again, wishing that the ground would open up beneath him and sparing him from the utter humiliation. H–How could he… oh God, he almost confessed his feelings to He Juan right there and then! If he had not been crying so hard that he could not even gasp for breath, if He Juan had not carried him into the house upon seeing his bare feet… he was certain that the tune of their conversation right now would have sailed into a totally different direction!
"Xiao Ze?" He Juan sounded so nervous that it made him feel more ashamed of himself. "Is that… Is that question so difficult to answer?"
