ZHEN LONG
He stood with his back towards me, his shoulders stiffly aligned.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the green hue of the watch around his wrist caught the thin stream of moonlight peeking through one of the windows.
What made my heart flutter in my chest was his clothes; specifically, the clothes he wore to the function earlier.
Just that single feature gave me all the reassurance I'd been craving.
He didn't go home with Ren.
"Yi—Yichen." The eagerness that had filled up my chest burst out in the form of his name. It felt so good to finally call that name with its owner at the receiving end.
My lips spread into a wide smile that only he could incite, my heart rate increasing to dangerous levels as I contemplated whether or not to step towards him.
My whole body was itching to wrap around him, to breathe the same air as him, to breathe him in.
