It Seems There is Light

Ling Yue had been coming to the dessert store less and less lately. When Shi An saw her sitting on a high stool behind the counter, he actually felt that the familiar image of the past had become a bit strange.

Ling Yue looked a bit tired. Her hair was slightly messy, her eyes were still a bit swollen and the dark circles under her eyes were conspicuous. Her jacket was zipped up tightly to her chin.

Shi An looked at her and froze slightly.

Ling Yue had her hair loose and re-tied once, and the excess hair was gathered up in a single stream, finally looking more refreshed.

Shi An stood next to her for a while, lowered his head and took out some large white rabbit milk toffee in his pocket and gently placed them in Ling Yue’s palm.

Ling Yue laughed all of a sudden and instantly peeled one open and stuffed it into her mouth.

“Shi An,” Ling Yue suddenly opened her mouth, “I’m telling you, you should never like someone too much, don’t make a mess of yourself.”

She tipped her tongue against the candy, her words a little muffled, “Really, love yourself a little more, just love yourself enough.”

Shi An raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.

But there were times when you stopped liking someone, you were no longer complete.

Shi An lowered his eyes, letting his eyelashes block his eyes.

If Yan Liang’s perversions could be dismissed by Shi An as his own unwarranted imagination, Shi An was now almost certain that something was different between them.

There was always a tacit understanding and bond between them that needed no words. Shi An could feel its presence all the time, like water and air, and it had almost become an integral part of his life.

But now, he could no longer feel Yan Liang.

Like the alcohol evaporating in the air, or the ripples on the surface of the water that had just fallen silent.

This was Yan Liang’s unilateral detachment.

Sometimes too much tacit understanding was not always a good thing, like now, even though Yan Liang said nothing and did nothing, Shi An clearly understood Yan Liang’s meaning.

He was moving away from him silently.

Shi An always knew this day would come sooner or later, but he didn’t even think about what he would do if this day did come.

He didn’t dare to think about it.

Perhaps not entirely, Shi An still had a little luck in the end.

There were times when he would feel as if he really occupied a very important place in Yan Liang’s heart, making him think in a trance that his absurd and despicable mind would be accommodated by Yan Liang.

However, Yan Liang was now proving with his actions that he was actually not that important in Yan Liang’s heart.

He was a bit desperate.

Shi An simply couldn’t figure out which part of the process had gone wrong. It was as if he had stepped into a strange circle, and everything had just gone off the rails.

He hid his hidden mind for so long, so long that he almost thought he could maintain the balance forever when the Sword of Damocles1 finally came down.

At this time, their silent tacit understanding came in handy.

They began to avoid each other tacitly.

After finishing the midterm exam, Yan Liang stood in the living room of Shi An’s house again, feeling slightly dazed.

Today was Xie Fei’s birthday. She did not like to go out to eat, just liked to eat the food made by Yan Zhao. The Yan family also had no special good relatives. In the evening, Yan Zhao and Xie Fei came to Jiang Yuan with ingredients for dinner .

Although it took less than five minutes for them to go to each other’s house, considering Jiang Yuan’s old age, the place for dinner was set at Shi An’s house.

Yan Liang placed the cake he was carrying on the light-colored tablecloth on the coffee table.

He was actually a little nervous. The rope tied to the cake2 was slightly wet from the thin sweat that permeated his palms.

Today was obviously a weekend, but Shi An was not at home.

Yan Zhao was busy in the kitchen until seven o’clock before the food was served on the table one after another.

When Yan Liang put the last plate of sweet and sour pork gently on the dinner table, Shi An finally came back.

Because of the large number of people, the dining table was moved to the living room. Shi An was standing at the entrance of the stairs, holding a pile of exercise papers in his arms, looking at the room of people slightly in a daze.

Yan Liang raised his head to look at Shi An and was caught off guard when he met Shi An’s amber eyes.

Yan Liang was stunned and felt the corner of his heart collapse down hard.

The way Shi An looked at him, it was as if they had been apart for a long time.

From the start of the devilish kiss, Yan Liang was indeed distancing himself from Shi An, intentionally or unintentionally. He was carrying the most despicable thoughts and could not look into the eyes of that person, which were so clean that there was no impurity.

Like a child who had stolen the candy, he clumsily concealed his panic and helplessness. His hands hiding in his pockets were shaking uncontrollably, and then the candy melted in the heat and coated his pockets with stickiness.

It was a mess.

In the past, Yan Liang and Shi An never needed to deliberately get along, they were naturally comfortable together.

Shi An had never been an active person, he didn’t seem to have a need for companionship, but he didn’t reject it either, treating people gently and detachedly, keeping his own pace without warmth.

Shi An’s gentle temperament, Yan Liang, was already familiar with it. He originally thought that his estrangement would not have any effect on Shi An. He even felt that Shi An might not have noticed his abnormality at all.

But Shi An seemed to be more sensitive than he had imagined.

Shi An’s amber eyes looked at him, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be hiding so many emotions that he couldn’t see, and maybe even a little…aggrieved.

It turned out Shi An saw it all.

Yan Liang started to regret in an instant. He tightly pinched his knuckles, his chest was blocked and he couldn’t breathe a little.

Don’t show that kind of look…

He didn’t deserve it.

If Shi An knew what he was thinking, what kind of expression would he show…

Yan Liang didn’t dare to think about it. Only the thought of it made him feel like his heart could stop immediately.

But now, looking into Shi An’s eyes, Yan Liang didn’t want to think about anything else, he just wanted to go back to the old way of getting along with Shi An right away.

He couldn’t hurt Shi An, no matter what.

It’s not too late, right?

He and Shi An were so in tune with each other, one look was almost tacitly understood. It would be too easy to pretend that nothing had happened, and soon, soon everything would be back on track.

Right.

Yan Liang took a deep breath, clenched his fingertips, and stood up slightly.

Don’t want to care about anything else, just want to be good to Shi An.

It was a bit hot, and the viscous heat of early summer filled the air. Shi An folded his shirt sleeves neatly, exposing his long, slender wrists and half of his forearms.

He washed his face in the bathroom. The tips of his hair were a little wet, and it dangled slightly in front of his eyes. The drops of water rolled on his cheeks, making it cold and comfortable.

The hair that was hanging down was blocking his eyes, so Shi An lifted his hair with his fingers and tucked it up slightly.

He walked into the living room just in time to see Yan Liang looking at him.

Yan Liang’s eyes pause at a certain point on his face, and then they darted away as if he had seen something terrible.

Shi An was slightly stunned by his eyes, and quickly averted his eyes.

Yan Liang was clutching his knuckles in a place he couldn’t see, so hard that his nails were slightly pinched into his palm.

Shi An’s eyebrows were once kissed by him with such a despicable mind.

Yan Liang couldn’t stop recalling the orange sunset of that day; Shi An’s sleeping face that was clean and calm, his long eyelashes that were hanging low, and his thin lips that were slightly open, holy like an angel whose wings were removed.

What had he done to Shi An?

God, what had he done.

Yan Liang was a little desperate, but his confidence retreated in an instant. He slowly sat down, leaning back against the back of the chair as if out of breath.

Shi An stood in the bathroom doorway looking at him with burning eyes.

Their damn tacit understanding worked again in a flash, and Yan Liang knew that he had once again lost his chance to make up with Shi An.

Shi An knew it too.

Shi An turned around and went back into the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water soon rang out. Within half a minute, he came out again, his hair seemingly wetter, slightly covering his beautiful eyes.

Shi An returned to the indifferent and cold expression of the past and glanced at Yan Liang lightly.

He was using actions to show his cooperation.

Yan Liang let out a sigh of relief and loosened his clenched fingertips.

This is a good thing, Yan Liang said to himself.

Shi An should stay away from people like him.

The farther away the better, and in the future….don’t even come close.