บท 142: 139: It's You Whom I love; as the birds love the sky they soar in

The air seemed to come to a standstill. As soon as the painter's words fell, the howl of wind blowing around them filled the silence as the man in his arms stilled.

A beat later, Yan Hansheng spoke, his voice came out small, soft and hesitant yet so breathless that it made Lin FenXiang's heart soften.

“What's stopping you?“ He whispered, his gaze rising to meet Lin FenXiang's as he blinked, slowly. Lin FenXiang smiled.

What was stopping him? He asked himself, trying to blink away the tears. Why hadn't he kissed him yet?

Was it because this all felt too soon? Or was it something else?

Lin FenXiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them, it was warm, this embrace, this feeling and this moment.

It might never return. So why not take the leap? Why not seal the deal with a kiss and make it real?

Lin FenXiang slowly brought his hand to Yan Hansheng's face, resting it on his cheek, the musician tenderly caressed his face and nudged his cheek with his nose.