Ye Xinren stood there, his expression a delicate blend of contrition and affection. Without a word, he circled the couch, his movements graceful yet subdued. Both Jiang Yanxu and Wen Haoyi tracked his progress, their gazes heavy with unspoken questions.
Settling beside Jiang Yanxu, Ye Xinren rested his head on his partner's shoulder, his arms wrapping around him in a silent plea for closeness.
The transformation was startling. Moments ago, Ye Xinren had been a ghost of himself, lost in a labyrinth of his own making. Now, he clung to Jiang Yanxu with a fervor that spoke of desperation and longing. Even Jiang Yanxu, master of stoic composure, couldn't mask the flicker of confusion that danced across his features.
Wen Haoyi's gaze shifted between the two, a mixture of disgust and pity swirling in his eyes. He broke the silence, his voice laced with incredulity. "Look at yourself. What was that earlier? Screaming in the room like a madman?"
