Qing Yi may not have heard what the drunkard said, as he continued to lie there, muttering to himself.
"Who exactly are you, what is your name, where are you from, what happened to you before, is there really something you can’t tell me..." Qing Yi’s voice was filled with pain and choked sobs, and if the drunkard had come closer, he would have seen tears seeping from the corners of Qing Yi’s eyes.
Such a love was already subject to all kinds of disapproval, bearing the gaze and pressure of a society that did not understand.
When he first realized his feelings, he also agonized and struggled, but he still couldn’t control his emotions.
He knew how difficult it was to be together, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that heaven would look favorably upon him, hoping he could withstand those judgmental stares.
But they had known each other for six years, he had liked him for four, yet he didn’t even know his name.
It was truly hard for him to keep going.
I am just an ordinary person, my name is Mu Han, from Qinghe County in N city, my past was ordinary, yet extraordinary, with a master, an enyl brother, it’s not that I can’t tell you, it’s just that I can’t tell you now.
In his heart, the drunkard silently answered all of Qing Yi’s questions.
"I like you, I have liked you for four years, do you even know..."
The drunkard’s expression lit up, and he suddenly looked up at Qing Yi, who was leaning on the table, his eyes barely able to conceal his excitement.
Even though he had known about Qing Yi’s feelings for a while, hearing him say it out loud still shook the drunkard deeply, and of course, there were other feelings too.
I know, of course, I know, how could I possibly not know.
The young boy nearby, upon hearing Qing Yi’s words, was stunned.
Who was he talking about?
Was he speaking to himself, or to that man?
The boy glanced at the drunkard.
He did not like the way the drunkard looked at Qing Yi.
Weren’t they... supposed to be friends?
"Do you find me disgusting, do you think I’m abnormal, to actually like a man..."
Hearing the anguish and distress in Qing Yi’s words, the drunkard blurted out almost reflexively, instead of just answering in his heart...
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This brother, he liked him?
The boy looked at Qing Yi, then back at the drunkard.
The inebriated Qing Yi couldn’t hear the drunkard’s words; he continued to take advantage of his drunken state to pour out his heart.
"I have been waiting, waiting for you to discover my feelings for yourself, I hoped, I looked forward to your response, but you never did... I can’t wait to tell you personally, but you took it as a joke, I want you to know, but I’m also afraid of you knowing, I fear that after knowing, you would find me disgusting, would slowly drift away from me, would avoid me..."
"Do you know how helpless I am facing these feelings, how scared I am, you don’t know... you don’t know, you don’t know anything, you only know how to drink..." Qing Yi said, his voice breaking with grievance.
He knew, he knew all about enduring the pressure of such misunderstood feelings.
Perhaps he should never have given him the chance to like him, but since he did, he shouldn’t have let him bear this pressure alone.
He wasn’t worthy and didn’t deserve such devotion.
Seeing Qing Yi’s distressed state, the drunkard really wanted to wake him up and tell him clearly, it wasn’t disgusting, and it wasn’t abnormal, because he was the same...
But he couldn’t do it now.