Yu Xi felt more at ease after eating together in the morning. Jian Ci had slipped back into his old self. He was smiling, teasing and carrying that familiar warmth that always seemed to fill the room in his heart. It was as though what happened before he woke up never happened at all.
Yet buried deep a quiet unease lingered, a whisper that something was still wrong. That thought resurfaced when Yu Xi returned to the condo. Xiaobao had asked him to bring something over thus he left Jian Ci alone. He had even brought dinner with him, hoping to share a quiet meal with Jian Ci. But the place was empty when he stepped inside.
On the dining table sat a box, a bouquet of flowers, and a folded note.
Yu Xi's chest tightened as he reached for the note. It was handwritten which was a rarity in this world. Jian Ci's handwriting was bold and stern unlike his usually simple and unserious nature.
The words were:
