In that instant, it felt as though something heavy had smashed into Rong Xingyu's heart.
Ding Yixin's eyes were red while silently gazing at Rong Xingyu as if saying, "Lock you up, then you'll never leave me."
Rong Xingyu slowly closed his eyes.
He moved around to stand in front of Ding Yixin and also knelt down on one knee.
Rong Xingyu reached out and tightly wrapped his arms around the man in front of him.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only firmness in them.
"Okay," Rong Xingyu said softly.
Whether by accident or on purpose, the curtains in the room were not fully drawn.
The clear moonlight spilled in from outside, as if something were reflecting a faint glow.
Rong Xingyu's skin was very fair.
That somewhat vulgar shade of gold looked exceptionally beautiful on him, as if it were a piece of jewelry custom-made just for him.
Ding Yixin's movements were gentle and unhurried as he did all of this, a warm smile still on his face.
