At this point, Yuan understood that fear and sitting around would not help him anymore, because fear had already done everything it could to him and all it had given back was paralysis.
It had not protected him, had not changed the reality he woke up to every day, had not softened the fact that he was forced to sit and sleep beside the man he wanted, close enough to feel his warmth, close enough to be constantly aware of him, and yet still do nothing, still pretend that distance existed where it clearly did not.
Now it did not matter that loving Xiao Feng felt like a death sentence. It felt dangerous for him, for his father, and even for Xiao Feng himself, but letting him go felt worse.
Letting him go was unbearable torture. Loving him hurt, but losing him hollowed him out in a way that fear never could.
He had to do something.
