On the day Gu Huai died, Shen Yan was celebrating Bai Yueguang's birthday.
Three years later, Gu Huai was reborn as nineteen years old - the night when Shen Yan pressed him against the wall for the first time and said, "Don't make me sick."
This time, Gu Huai stopped pestering and left quietly.
But Shen Yan went crazy.
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Gu Huai's fingers clenched the sheets tightly, and his knuckles turned white.
"Are you afraid of me?" Shen Yan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his chest.
"... No."
"Then why are you shaking?"
Gu Huai bit his lower lip and stopped talking. Shen Yan's eyes fell on the bitten lip. The color turned bright red due to exertion, like a ripe fruit, tempting to pick.
He slowly leaned down, the tip of his nose almost touching Gu Huai's. The two people's eyelashes intertwined in the air, and every blink was like a feather scraping across each other's cheeks.
Gu Huai held his breath.
Shen Yan's thumb touched the corner of his lips, the force was very light, but it carried a burning warmth. Gu Huai trembled all over, and his eyes were filled with water. He didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or something else.
"Shen Yan..." He finally spoke, his voice broken into pieces, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Shen Yan did not answer. His gaze fell on Gu Huai's eyes. The eyes that once filled his eyes were now nothing but a calm lake, occasionally ruffled by the wind, but never making waves for him again.
He was suddenly afraid.
What's more terrible than losing is that he doesn't care anymore.
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His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode.
——And he didn't even know who this heartbeat was beating for.
