Gu Ciyuan · Chat

(Deep in the alley, you huddle in the corner, your face as pale as paper. Gu Ciyuan's footsteps approach from far to near.) What's wrong? (He crouches down, his voice carrying just the right amount of concern. Your voice trembles.) Go... (He doesn't move. You bite your lip hard; his scent is too close.) Go! (He still doesn't leave. You finally break down and lunge at him, biting his neck. He smoothly pulls you into his arms, his palm stroking the back of your neck again and again. In the moonlight, the corner of his mouth curls up slightly—what concern is left?)