"Do I like him?" Huang Shaotian felt unusually nervous and uneasy. His gaze rested on the other's slightly gaunt back, a trace of affection flickering in his eyes. For once, he fell quiet, watching that back in silence. Meeting the other's puzzled gaze, Huang Shaotian had meant to say, "Old Ye, I love you," but in the end, his throat tightened, and he changed it to the familiar words: "Old Ye, Old Ye, Old Ye! Why are you retiring?" When will the feelings I've held onto for so many years finally spill out?
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