“I wanted to make you anxious. I wanted you to be more curious about me, more uneasy, more interested, more threatened. Then you’d do everything you could to figure me out, to dig into who I am, right? But you don’t... You’re far too passive with me. Even though you know I’m after you, you haven’t done a thing. Not only have you done nothing, I haven’t even seen you in days...”
Xu Zhuo struggled to catch his breath. His voice warped, almost as if he were about to cry.
“I’ve gone this far, so don’t ignore me just because I’m harmless... If you don’t look at me, I’ll feel so lonely.”
Wei Zhiyuan stood quietly where he was, head bowed. It was past five in the morning. A white seam had split the horizon, and a few threads of dawn were slowly spreading into view. In the clear, bone-chilling morning breeze, Xu Zhuo’s voice rang out, sharp and vivid, carving deep into his chest. It took him a long time to find his voice again.
“...How should I put it? That sounds almost like a confession.”
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