Ding Yixin revealed an extremely gentle smile. "I will always believe you."
The tenderness he wove around Rong Xingyu formed an invisible net, it enclosing him within it and leaving him no way to escape.
And how could Rong Xingyu not believe Ding Yixin in return?
Without needing Ding Yixin to ask further, Rong Xingyu spoke in a daze, "I am Rong Xingyu, but at the same time I'm not Rong Xingyu."
What Rong Xingyu said sounded contradictory, as if the words conflicted with each other.
And after saying it, his expression became somewhat agitated.
Ding Yixin pressed a soothing kiss to Rong Xingyu's forehead.
He lay down on the bed as well and extending his arm to pull Rong Xingyu into his embrace.
Their bodies pressed tightly together like this.
Ding Yixin had long known that Rong Xingyu carried secrets.
From the very first fleeting glimpse in front of the barbershop, Ding Yixin had developed a subtle interest in the young man named Rong Xingyu.
