He Juan quietly basked in Mu Yuze's presence, taking in his warmth, the gentle cadence of his breathing, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the occasional flutter of his long lashes brushing against his neck. And he could tell that Mu Yuze was also doing the same, immersing himself in the cocoon of He Juan's embrace.
If it were up to him, he did not ever want to let Mu Yuze go. Alas, with the way Mu Yuze was clinging so tightly, He Juan was afraid that the boy might catch a whiff of the lingering scent of blood on his body. He couldn't afford to rouse Mu Yuze's suspicion. Thus he wracked his brain for a change of topic. Lo and behold, he truly recalled a piece of event that had taken place some months ago.
He released a heavy sigh and uttered, "I'm sorry."
