"Again."
"Ahem, 'he's not a kid anymore'. Huh?" Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and imitated his tone, sighing and lecturing.
The words he was about to blurt out were snatched away, so Yu Shu could only open his mouth blankly and then closed it again.
The brief silence between the mischievous jokes seemed to fill the newly emptied chest again, and small worries crawled in and entangled tightly. Yu Shu lowered his gaze and traced the outline of the black jade hanging from his waist through the purple cloud-patterned gauze with his fingertips. Every line and stroke was clearly presented in his slightly dazed eyes.
It's like it's eroding my heart. I remember it so accurately, not even a hair's breadth away.
The muffled footsteps slowly approached, and the cold temperature still stayed on the fingertips. Yu Shu raised his eyes slightly, and happened to see two spots of dark color faintly touching the goose yellow inner robe exposed by the outer shirt.
Mo Qing.
A man that Yu Shu never thought about falling in love with.
Mo Yi.
A man that Yu Shu has never forgotten.
Act in a play and wait for the show to end and everyone to leave.
The story ends at the worn corners of the gavel. It's time for the tea to cool down.