Qing Yi’s breath hitched, his mind going blank for a mont.
"You, you really an it?"
He couldn’t believe it. Before, the drunkard had also said he liked him, but it was all a joke.
He wanted desperately to believe it, but he feared it would just be empty joy, making everyone awkward.
"It’s true, I really like you, have liked you for a long ti, not lying to you."
The drunkard’s voice was especially gentle, as if the one he loved the most was standing right in front of him.
Tears continuously slid from the corners of his eyes, into his ears, and then from his ears onto the pillow.
Holding the phone, the drunkard stared at the ceiling, his eyes blurred with tears.
Qing Yi seed struck dizzy by this imnse surprise, unable to shake off the joy for a long ti, just holding the phone, occasionally smiling foolishly.
He said, he said he liked him,
like how the third young master liked Miss Wen.
Qing Yi was thrown into disarray by this sudden surprise, not knowing what to do for a mont.
"I..."
His heart beat completely out of rhythm, Qing Yi was so excited he didn’t even know how to speak.
Hearing Qing Yi’s reaction on the other side, the drunkard laughed along.
He could probably imagine what Qing Yi looked like on the other end of the phone at this mont.
He really wished he could see it.
However, as Qing Yi laughed and laughed, a sudden fear pulled him back to reality sharply, coming so suddenly his mind hadn’t even caught up.
He seed to have thought of sothing bad, his body suddenly felt cold, and he just stood there frozen, the smile on his face slowly stiffening.
Qing Yi’s thoughts were more delicate than most, not letting this joy completely overwhelm him and make him forget everything else.
He slowly reined in his smile, furrowing his brows.
"...Why did you suddenly say this?"
The unease and fear inside him grew stronger, almost threatening to engulf Qing Yi whole.
No, sothing must be wrong with the drunkard, otherwise he wouldn’t suddenly tell him this.
"..."
Not hearing the drunkard’s reply, Qing Yi’s fear grew even more intense.
"Speak, what’s really going on? Why did you suddenly tell this?" Qing Yi’s emotions gradually grew agitated, but this ti it wasn’t out of joy.
The drunkard cald his emotions, making sure Qing Yi wouldn’t detect anything wrong in his voice before he spoke:
"Really, nothing’s wrong, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long ti, but haven’t dared to. Finally having this chance, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Just hope next ti we et, it won’t be awkward."
"Awkward? Don’t you know that I..." Qing Yi furrowed his brow, wanting to explain sothing, but the drunkard suddenly interrupted him.
"Brother..."
The drunkard’s obvious intention to interrupt left Qing Yi utterly flustered.
The drunkard surely understood his feelings, yet why did he feel like he couldn’t accept his affection at this mont?
What’s he afraid of?
Afraid of society’s scrutiny?
No way, if that were true, the drunkard wouldn’t have confessed his feelings.
Then why indeed?
Qing Yi didn’t speak, patiently waiting for the drunkard. He thought the drunkard would say sothing, but unexpectedly, it was just a comforting farewell.
"It’s getting late, you should rest early. Don’t look for everywhere, I haven’t disappeared."
"No..." Qing Yi shook his head, the fear spreading through his chest as if it would crush him.
"...Don’t be like this. I’m scared, brother."
Qing Yi’s voice trembled uncontrollably, as he looked at the street still bustling with cars and people, suddenly feeling lost, not knowing where to find him.
It was the first ti Qing Yi felt so helpless.
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