After realizing it, the slender arm climbed up and hooked around his neck.
Huo Qi had his back to him.
With his back turned, he quietly disappeared into the night.
The actions of the two of them looked like an intimate embrace and kiss between lovers.
And the slender and tall man watching that scene seemed as if time had frozen at that moment.
Clearly, isn't this what he wanted?
But why, seeing such a scene, couldn't he avert his gaze, and it felt like a blood groove had opened inside him, causing unbearable pain.
The night seemed even colder.
It was already late autumn, and winter was approaching, but in the night sky, at some point, something cool seemed to fall.
Misty, as if it were rain, yet also like snow.
Lightly fluttering, falling on the body, disappearing without a trace, yet staining the coat with cold frost.
He just stood there, motionless, with a black night behind him, like ink spilled on rice paper, and the expression in his eyes gradually dimmed.
