It was the sound of rocks falling into the drain. But no, Yanjun was not kicking it in.
Someone else maybe?
"I thought I was the only one," Yanjun mumbled to himself, sniggering a little to himself at the surprise of another person.
That figure seemed to have heard him, as he turned a little to look behind, even though they were blocked by a tree.
He continued again, this time round kicking a huge rock in.
"Yes!" That figure whispered loudly to himself, doing some sort of hand gesture Yanjun could not make out in the shadow.
That voice. I have heard it before.
Yanjun walked towards that figure, until he was only about a metre away.
A yellow sweater that definitely looked oversized. Those ripped jeans of his that accentuated his full figure. Those shoes that were neat, but not expensive. And that man, he was wearing a bright red beanie.
Interesting fashion sense.
His eyes were fixed on that man, observing how he was playing with the rocks on the ground, and kicking it into the drain.
Somehow, he looks familiar.
But maybe, he is just one of my fans.
Yanjun decided that there was no point staying on.
He turned to walk away, just as that man turned around.
Looking up, his heart sank immediately. The painful block stuck in his throat, he tried to clear it to no avail. His stomach ached, mouth quivered, his eyes widening in shock.
F**k, he told himself.
It's him.
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Randomlinyanjun x youzhangjing unable to accept the fact that his boyfriend was the one who had infected him, he chose to escape, thinking that time will mend the emptiness without him and he can focus on staying alive. six years later, when yanjun is 26...
