When one man met another man. One icy heart melts; and a lifeless one beats for the first time. Predestined to be at the right time, at the right place with the right person.
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Dayu was doing it again. He's sitting at the far end of the couch, hugging his knees to his chest.
After they had their breakfast, which was one of the strangest one Qing had ever had, they did the dishes and went to the couch. In complete silence. The breakfast was strange; who would eat breakfast, telling you that it's delicious while crying all the way, until he finished eating every last pieces pasta? Apparently his pretty little Dayu does and did that.
Qing was shocked initially and then he became concerned and then because Dayu insisted that he's alright and he continued eating deliciously; Qing was hooked again. He couldn't help himself.
It seemed as if professor Feng JianYu was put on this earth, to make Wang Qing fall for him, in every single way. He was moulded into everything that captivated Qing's heart; everything Dayu did made Qing fall more and more in love.
After they ate, Dayu also stopped sobbing, though he was still tearing up a bit. He waited until Qing finished eating before he stood up and cleared the table. Not saying anything.
Qing watched Dayu began to do the dishes in silence, not sure of what to do or what to say. And his gut instinct told Qing that, he should let Dayu calm down silently, on his own. Dayu would talk once he's ready.
Then, Qing walked to stand beside Dayu and began wiping the dishes that Dayu washed before arranging them back on the dish rack.
And Dayu didn't even looked at Qing when Qing joined him at the sink but he went straight on to pass the dishes to Qing after he washed them, as if they'd done this thousands of times before.
