Mu Yuze's unspoken words hung heavily in the air. Although he did not express it out loud, he was certain that He Juan could discern the weight of his desires.
Is this it? he pondered.
Last time, Mu Yuze had missed his chances because he was too stunned by He Juan's words, allowing the man to push him away and shut him out of the house. Now, however, he wouldn't let it slip through his fingers again. He had steered the conversation in the right direction, and if He Juan intended to broach the subject, it was the right timing.
Alas, unbeknownst to Mu Yuze himself, his clenched fists were shaking ever so slightly. Not only that, because he had just cried, the rims of his eyes were tinged with red. When he spoke up to He Juan like this, it was like seeing a little trembling rabbit trying to stand his ground against a predator that could easily overpower him.
