Luhan never really understood how fate worked, despite knowing everything else. ‘He’s an oddball’, Yixing proclaims, but one incident makes him go one step closer to insanity; one significant step.

He laughed to himself. A laugh that was much more like a muffled cry.

“What makes you love a person? It is that glint in their eyes? Perhaps it was that alluring shade of pink on their lips. Maybe it’s the soft sound of their voice or the way their hair dance with the wind.”

There was a pause; a daunting pause. One which was tempting to break, but at the same time, it would inflict too much pain if it was broken.

A pair of swollen eyes turned to Yixing. Coral strings were stitched around those beautiful sepia irises.

“Possibly,” a dejected guffaw was caught in his throat. “It’s because they would be the reason for your death.”