I like Han Junhui. I really, truly like him, and I can't believe he likes me, too.
The thought resounded in Ling Yue's head as he walked through the bustling Heavenly Realm, side-by-side with Han Junhui.
The cool night air felt like a caress against his flushed skin. In this world, Han Junhui was the only one who made Ling Yue feel delighted.
Even though they had both entered the selection together, the confessions and the intimacy of the previous night were a clear message: Han Junhui wanted him as much as he wished to Han Junhui.
He was dying to add to his confession—to let Han Junhui know that he was going to drop out of the selection entirely just for him.
"Ling Yue! You're doing it again!" Bai Lu chirped, popping into Ling Yue's field of vision with a grin so wide it made his own cheeks ache.
The boy was a whirlwind of energy, his bright yellow robes swirling as he spun around.
