Yunfeng watched as Muchen ate the small piece of bread, his hunger evident in the way he tore into it, yet he still maintained a kind of refined elegance.
The way his fingers delicately held the edges, the careful way he chewed.
Yunfeng admired that familiar face that he missed so much.
Once Muchen finished, he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand and met Yunfeng's gaze directly.
"So… where were we?"
Before Yunfeng could respond, Muchen suddenly stood up. His movements were smooth but deliberate, and Yunfeng watched as he walked over to a nearby pile of discarded cardboard. Without hesitation, he bent down and tore off a large piece with surprising strength. The rough sound of ripping echoed in the quiet room.
Yunfeng frowned, puzzled. "Muchen, what are you—What do you want to do? Let me help you."
"No no," Muchen asked, rolling the cardboard tightly in his hands. His voice was light, almost too light.
Yunfeng blinked. "No, let me—"
