Look at this beautiful face! who could possibly be angry with that?!!
On the rooftop, Hirvan paced back and forth, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to begin this strange topic.
'How do I even start this conversation?' he thought, chewing on his lower lip.
'Do I just blurt it out, hey, I'm an illegitimate child! A bastard? No, no, that's way too self-deprecating. Should I say I was the product of an accident? That's even worse! Ah, how do I say it?'
Hirvan pulled his hair in frustration. The silence between him and Fu Yan stretched on, heavy and uncomfortable.
Fu Yan, standing a few feet away, watched Hirvan's changing expressions with growing unease. His heart thudded in his chest, each beat echoing with dread as he tried to read the look on Hirvan's face. The more he watched, the more his anxiety grew.
'Is he going to break up with me?'