Chapter 14: Doing the holding
Ēn Chén's gaze lingered on Zhēng Yù, memories flooded over him, each one a painful reminder of what he had done back then. He took in every slight change that had occurred in their time apart, tucking it away for later, this time he wouldn't forget. So he stood there taking in every little thing about him, every way his face had changed in ten years. The way his blonde wavy hair fell over his dark brown eyes like a curtain he could hide behind to mask his feelings.
"To me, those words are asking what can we have between us now," Ēn Chén began, his voice barely above a whisper, "because I still haven't been able to let you go, and I still want to hold you tightly. I still want to be held by you. Am I wrong?" He asked.