"You are not allowed to like me." The boy's pale face was like a sculpture in the night, without any expression.
"If I like it, I just like it. No one can control me, and no one can say whether it is accurate or not." He is as arrogant as ever. It is indeed his style. Perhaps only he dares to say this confession that is not accepted by the world.
"You bastard, this... Can't do it... You can't like me." The young man lowered his head, and the shadow blocked his face, making it difficult to see his expression. The only thing that could be felt was the young man's body that could not suppress a slight tremor.
The young man standing opposite, whose aura was like an arrogant flame, looked at him intently, with indescribable sadness in his eyes.
"You can't like me, you can't... And I..." I can't even like you.
The young man's face became increasingly pale, and tears kept falling down his cheeks. He desperately tried to suppress his emotions, but the tears were like bursting from a dam. . . .
Suddenly, the boy opposite took him into his arms, then lowered his head...