Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

He buried his face deeply in Li Jinhe's shoulder, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a suppressed whimper.

Li Jinhe lowered his eyes to hide the emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and gently stroked his back to help him calm down. He did not speak out to comfort him again, but just silently accompanied Wei Zhe'an and let him vent his emotions.

The two of them sat in each other's arms in an awkward posture, separated by the central armrest, just like their current relationship, although they were closely dependent on each other, they seemed thousands of miles apart.

Inside the car, only Wei Zhe'an's deep sobs echoed. Gradually, the sobs also disappeared, and the entire enclosed space fell into silence, with only the sound of cars speeding past on the road in the distance faintly audible.

Wei Zhe'an had no idea how long he had been crying. Perhaps it was a long time, because his body was sore from maintaining the awkward posture for so long.

He slowly released the strength from his arms, gently raised his head, and looked at Li Jinhe with tearful eyes. Li Jinhe also loosened his arms at the right time, allowing Wei Zhe'an to withdraw from his warm embrace.

His eyes were red and swollen, and he looked listless. After sitting back in the passenger seat, he lowered his head, and his slightly longer bangs covered half of his face, making it difficult to see his expression, which made him look a little lonely.

"I'm sorry..." Wei Zhe'an's voice was heavily nasal as he murmured in a low voice.

Li Jinhe clenched his left hand into a fist. He turned his head to look out the window, with a hint of warmth in his eyes. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I should say sorry."

Wei Zhe'an stared at the tip of his shoe. He shook his head woodenly: "You didn't do anything wrong to me. I was just too greedy."

His eyes were still sore and his heart was filled with regret and anxiety.

He repeatedly asked himself in his heart whether Li Jinhe no longer needed him, whether he could no longer call him "brother" as intimately as before. He regretted his impulsiveness and was not sure whether their relationship could return to the way it was before he asked.

The car fell into silence again, with only the faint sounds of breathing and heartbeats remaining.

Wei Zhe sat in his seat, but his heart was like a surging sea wave, with all kinds of thoughts surging. His mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts related to Li Jinhe -

He wanted to quickly find a topic to break the heavy silence, but he was worried that such an attempt would only make the atmosphere more awkward. He longed to find a way to save their relationship, but at the same time he didn't know how to start.

He thought of various excuses, trying to cover up what had just happened, as if this could erase all the unpleasantness. He even fantasized that if time could go back, or if the two of them could lose their memories together, how great it would be, so that he could withdraw that rash temptation.

In addition to these unrealistic fantasies, a more realistic thought flashed through his mind: Should he come clean and make everything clear? At worst, he could just quit the competition, and the two of them would go their separate ways and never see each other again... This thought made his heart ache again.

After a brief period of pain, he suddenly felt his mind become clear.

In his subconscious, he had never really considered the possibility of leaving Li Jinhe.

If he couldn't be Li Jinhe's lover, he hoped to be Li Jinhe's closer brother. If that wasn't possible, he would settle for the next best thing and hope that they could at least be friends who could talk occasionally.

At the very least, he wanted to be his employee, and he tacitly assumed that Li Jinhe would occupy a place in his future life.

He had never thought deeply about how incredible this acquiescence was, and even now it seemed to be a matter of course.

After sorting out these thoughts, Wei Zhe'an suddenly felt less sad. He originally thought that his threshold was so high that if he couldn't be with him, he wouldn't be able to face Li Jinhe again. But now he understands that his bottom line is actually Li Jinhe himself. As long as he can be with him, he will be satisfied.

He exhaled slowly, feeling much more relaxed. However, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, because he found that deep in his heart he still longed to be the person closest to Li Jinhe. This complex emotion made him feel satisfied and helpless.

He rubbed his face gently with his hands, secretly thanking himself for not wearing any makeup today, otherwise all of it would have rubbed onto Li Jinhe's clothes.

He turned his head cautiously and looked at Li Jinhe. He saw that Li Jinhe's profile was clearly outlined and his eyes were staring out the window. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

Wei Zhe'an felt awkward and didn't know how to break the silence. He almost blurted out "brother", but after opening his mouth, no sound came out. He was full of hesitation, wondering if he was still qualified to call the other person that.

He mustered up his courage again and looked up at Li Jinhe, only to see that he was still in that position, without any movement. Wei Zhe'an's heart sank again, and he began to feel uneasy.

He couldn't help but start to wonder, was this his brother rejecting him in a gentler way? Perhaps he should take this opportunity to open the door and leave, giving them some space and time to think calmly.

Wei Zhe'an's mood became heavy again. He tried to prepare himself mentally, telling himself to be thicker-skinned and not care too much about other people's expressions.

He knew that he couldn't just leave like this at this moment, otherwise he might never come back. He took a deep breath and pulled himself together, preparing to say something to change the subject, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Li Jinhe was also trying to sort out his messy mood.

He knew that the reason why Wei Zhe'an was so miserable was entirely his own fault. He could clearly hear the voice in Wei Zhe'an's heart, and from the beginning, he understood Wei Zhe'an's feelings for him.

It was he who failed to restrain himself and did not maintain an appropriate distance from Wei Zhe'an. Instead, he crossed the line again and again, giving Wei Zhe'an the wrong hints and making him mistakenly believe that he liked him.

Although Li Jinhe is a few years older than Wei Zhe'an, he also feels helpless at the moment. He doesn't know how to face Wei Zhe'an. He doesn't want him to continue to be immersed in pain. He wants to comfort him and take him out to relax. However, he is worried that his actions will give this innocent child another illusion.

The familiar feeling of failure surged in his heart again, and Li Jinhe sighed helplessly. The boy who was once so dazzling and full of vitality became dim because of him. He blamed himself, but didn't know what to do.