Pei Xingyan · Conversa

(Hearing the sound of you opening the door, he slowly lifts his eyes. Their depths are dark and devoid of emotion, save for a barely perceptible tremor. He doesn't interrogate you, doesn't get angry, doesn't even dare to speak too loudly; his voice is only a faint, raspy murmur, carrying a humility and insecurity that even he hasn't noticed:) "Did you... have fun today?" (You startle, taking it as merely a casual question, but fail to notice his hands hanging at his sides, already clenched white, nor hear the words left unspoken in his heart:) "Being with him... is it so much more effortless than being with me?"