“Yes,” Shen Wei says, biting his lips, and he looks at Zhao Yunlan’s mouth again. Zhao Yunlan lets out a shaky laugh, and he can’t help but stare at Shen Wei in return, captivated – because he can’t get used to this, can he, a young Shen Wei, whose cheeks are flushed, whose dark eyes are dancing, yet it’s still undoubtedly him.
Teen. Zhao Yunlan’s thoughts as he deals with a young Shen Wei. This is perfect – the inevitability of their coming together, the unavoidable sadness looming… Yet Zhao Yunlan can’t help it, doesn’t want to, giving me goosebumps in the process.