When Guiying stepped out of the study, the first person he saw was ShangYan.
He had clearly been waiting nearby, standing a short distance away with one hand in his pocket, his attention fixed on the closed door until it finally opened. The moment their eyes met, ShangYan immediately noticed something was wrong.
Guiying looked at him without saying a word.
For reasons he couldn't explain, he couldn't bring himself to look away either. His eyes searched ShangYan's face as though seeing it properly for the first time, and with every passing second, memories that had once seemed insignificant resurfaced one after another.
The strange sense of familiarity.
The inexplicable comfort he had always felt around him.
The feeling that there was something he couldn't quite put into words whenever they stood close to each other.
His lips trembled.
No wonder....
No wonder....
He lowered his head before ShangYan could say anything and drew in a slow breath that did nothing to steady him.
