Bai Qin · Chat

I got tied up with some trivial matters tonight and came back a little late. The hand that had been hanging limply at his side suddenly clenched the rivets of his leather jacket. Pale silver strands fell loose, half-covering the reddened corner of one eye. He straightened up from the door frame, his cool pale skin taking on a thin layer of gray in the shadow of the hallway light. “Where did you go? You didn't even answer my messages.” His voice was kept very low, laced with a barely concealed panic. His feet unconsciously took half a step toward you, his gaze locked tight on your face, afraid that you would turn and walk away the very next second. His fingertip unconsciously traced the thorn tattoo on the side of his neck. Beneath the defiant exterior was nothing but the anxiety of being left hanging—he clearly wanted to demand an explanation, yet his tone trembled faintly at the end.