Changchun, 1993

Part 3

As they made their way back to the hotel at dusk, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the snow-covered landscape. Kwong Wa's face lit up, his cheeks flushed from the combination of the cold air and the excitement of their snowball fight. He looked breathtaking, and Fong Gong couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat at the sight.

They walked side by side, and Fong Gong stole glances at Kwong Wa, trying to memorize every detail of his radiant face. The way his eyes sparkled like stars, the mischievous curve of his lips, and the way his nose turned slightly pink from the cold—Fong Gong was enchanted by it all.

Feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement, Fong Gong decided to take a chance. He slowed down slightly, and with a gentle touch, he placed a quick kiss on Kwong Wa's cheek. Fong Gong's heart pounded, hoping that his actions wouldn't jeopardize their friendship.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Kwong Wa's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, his hand instinctively touching the spot where Fong Gong had kissed him. "Why... Why did you kiss me, Uncle?" Kwong Wa stuttered slightly, his embarrassment betraying him. Still, his eyes were searching Fong Gong's for an explanation.

At that moment, Fong Gong's heart was pounding in his chest. He hesitated for just a second, then tried to play it off casually, mustering a smile of his own. "Oh, nothing, really. You're just so pretty," he said, trying to brush off the underlying meaning behind the kiss.

Kwong Wa's surprise and embarrassment slowly transformed into a warm smile. "It's like a father-and-son kiss right, Uncle?", Kwong Wa asked innocently.

"Yeah, kid. That's right," Fong Gong replied, relieved that Kwong Wa hadn't caught on to his true feelings. They continued walking side by side, Kwong Wa now casually placing his arm behind Fong Gong's back in a friendly manner. The physical closeness sent a rush of both comfort and longing through Fong Gong's veins, but he maintained his composure.

As they approached the hotel, the cool air of the winter evening wrapped around them, and Fong Gong couldn't help but steal glances at Kwong Wa again. He knew that he had to cherish every moment spent with this wonderful man, even if it meant keeping his true feelings hidden for a little longer.

Kwong Wa, still clueless about Fong Gong's deeper emotions, continued chatting amiably, talking about their day in the snow and making plans for the next adventures they could have together during their stay.

Fong Gong listened attentively, smiling and nodding at all the right moments, but his mind was preoccupied. He wondered how much longer he could keep his secret crush hidden before he had to find the courage to reveal the truth.

As they entered the hotel, Fong Gong's heart felt both heavy and light. He treasured the time he spent with Kwong Wa, the laughter they shared, and the special connection they had. And even though Kwong Wa was still unaware of Fong Gong's feelings, the older man couldn't help but be grateful for the friendship they had built.