The man Zhou Ruyan had been silently dissing was not in a good state.
Clyde had been in conflict these past few days. On the outside, he seemed the same, composed and disciplined.
But when he was alone, his mask cracked. He would sit for hours in a daze. His hands often hung loosely between his knees, his head bowed, his blond hair falling forward to shadow his eyes. Sometimes, he would raise his hand and touch his lips, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
He had been sorting through all of his memories that had returned to him. Lifetimes upon lifetimes. Losses, regrets, fleeting moments of happiness that ended too quickly. He had thought he had already grown numb to them, but there was one thing that shook him the most.
It wasn't the repeated late arrivals. Not the countless times he reached Micah too late, always losing him. No.. It was their damned first kiss!
