Gu Changqing's hand missed its mark, lingering by his temples for a long while.
Gu Yan didn't utter a word, nor did he look his way. His rejection was palpable.
However, Gu Changqing couldn't be sure that this resistance was specifically towards him, or all men. After all, given the sickening treatment he had received from Tang Ming, it was normal to repel touch from others.
Thinking this, Gu Changqing moved his hand, which had hung in mid-air, and stared at Gu Yan with a gentleness he hadn't even realized he had, "When did you wake up?"
"This morning," Gu Yan spoke softly, his gaze lowered, his tone somewhat distant.
Gu Changqing's heart ached at his appearance, hating himself for not mutilating Tang Ming more. A wisp of hair fell onto Gu Yan's pale and thin cheek.
Gu Changqing instinctively raised his hand to brush away the unruly hair, but remembering the circumstances, he silently put his hand down.
"I just came to see you,"