two.

Looking back, he scolds himself for letting lust overcome him. But now, it's too late for regret, for forgiveness. Wu Fan curses himself for ignoring Yixing's words, but there is nothing he – or they – can do anymore. His body aches for your warmth – the warmth you so kindly gave without judging the bitter man. It’s gone and will never come back.

If only he had treated your kindness with the same warmth you illuminated.

a/n;; pssst, guess what happened ? ~