The unspeakable feelings have continued, fermenting in secret corners. The more I try to suppress them, the clearer their shape becomes, and a delicate balance has been maintained for more than ten years.
What broke this balance was an unexpected event that the two of them did not expect.
That day, when Ye Feizhou was passing by the Hundred Beasts Division holding a pile of scrolls that looked like a small mountain, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the roof of the Hundred Beasts Division. The voice was deliberately lowered and he called softly: "Look up."
Ye Feizhou looked up and saw half of his face peeking out from behind the flying eaves. He raised the corners of his lips angrily, pointed his thumb back, and whispered, "Come up here."
... Ye Feizhou didn't ask a word. He put the scroll behind the pillar and climbed up gently. The glazed tiles were slippery. Ye Feizhou used his hands and feet to carefully rub against Shen Xingyun. Beside him, he cast an inquiring gaze.
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