ZHEN LONG
The front door shut behind me with a heavy thud, immediately drowning out the commotion outside.
My eyes searched the empty room until they landed on the sofa. The lonely figure stretched across it, his legs hanging off the edge.
In the darkness, he glowed.
Yichen was back. He really came back!
I chuckled. I couldn't believe it.
My legs were already carrying me to the middle of the room before I knew it.
"Yichen, I'm—" I wanted to tell him how glad I was that he was back, but his head raised, and his eyes met mine for a brief moment, causing me to stop in my tracks.
His lips pulled into a tight grimace and he breathed out, holding back a groan, which in effect came out as a strained moan.
That was when I was forced to notice the details in the room: the open medicine bottle, its cap tossed carelessly on the floor, the crumpled plastic wrappers, the half-empty glass of water… A frown etched itself on my forehead.
Something was not right.
