[He wouldn't want him to stop calling Chang Geng. In a lot of ways, it still felt like the name that truly belonged to him. And Gu Yun was the only one who made the name feel less like a burden, less like a curse. The way he called his name was the same as his presence in his life before that fateful day, before the truth came out: it was the one good thing in an entire situation that seemed awful and dim.
So he listened, hanging onto every word. His fingers twitch where he's holding the flower at that smile and he knew, if he were anyone else, if he could have afforded to, he might have teared up.
His fingers are lax when the flower is taken from him, offering no resistance as he meets Gu Yun's gaze.
That message had torn open an old wound, but it was one that had been festering for years.
He couldn't help but reach out, trying to take Gu Yun's hand, to thread their fingers together and ground himself, to remind himself that this was real, that it wasn't a dream on the cusp of warping into a nightmare.]
If you believe that...then so do I.
[Whatever Gu Yun says he should or could be...Chang Geng will do it.
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So he listened, hanging onto every word. His fingers twitch where he's holding the flower at that smile and he knew, if he were anyone else, if he could have afforded to, he might have teared up.
His fingers are lax when the flower is taken from him, offering no resistance as he meets Gu Yun's gaze.
That message had torn open an old wound, but it was one that had been festering for years.
He couldn't help but reach out, trying to take Gu Yun's hand, to thread their fingers together and ground himself, to remind himself that this was real, that it wasn't a dream on the cusp of warping into a nightmare.]
If you believe that...then so do I.
[Whatever Gu Yun says he should or could be...Chang Geng will do it.