Towards the end of the month, the haze of several days was finally broken by the sunshine. After the rainy season, the air was moist and crisp, and the wind circulated in the small room with cool air, waking up the young man curled up on the bed.
"Yushi, the air conditioner is turned on too strong, it's so cold..."
The red head was buried in the quilt, and Yue Ren complained softly while half asleep. His hands unconsciously grabbed the corners of the quilt, trying to wrap his body tighter.
But after getting no response for a long time, the cold boy woke up. The open window indicated the source of the cold. Yue Ren, who was half sitting up, had a look of confusion in his eyes as he had just woken up.
Here is Xiangri Yueren's own room.
With his hand on his forehead, a wry smile that did not suit his age flashed across the boy's childish face.
Since when did that person's existence become a part of my life? I got used to the warmth of clinging to him, and got used to his presence day and night.
At this moment, for the first time, he could not feel the presence of that person, and Yue Ren couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of emptiness.
What kind of existence is Ninzu Yushi to me?
This doubt flashed through his mind again, and the frequent occurrence recently made him uneasy.
Yue Ren can't define his relationship with Yu Shi. They are relatives and friends, partners, or it can be said that they are lovers with ambiguous feelings.
Conception: