That question sliced through his heart like a searing blade, leaving his throat constricted and his voice strained as he asked, "...What?"
Mu Yuze could sense how tense the man was. He knew that what he was doing was fatal; that there would be no turning back anymore once he uttered these words. He was literally tearing the façade he had been keeping up for three years and risking his peaceful life with He Juan. But he… he just could not hold it anymore. The pain and longing in his heart was too much— it was unbearable. And his salvation lay only in He Juan's hand.
There was a high chance that he would ruin everything between them, that he would sink deeper into the mire of despair. But right now, he couldn't care less about it– he did not want to. He only wanted He Juan to look at him, to have those beautiful silver eyes filled with the image of him. Even if it was just for a fleeting second… he wanted to leave an indelible mark on He Juan's heart.
