It took Liang Qiuchi quite some time to digest Mo Xin’s declaration of “boyfriend.”

He groped his way to the single sofa by the window and sat down facing Mo Xin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked, “Why are you telling me this now?”

Mo Xin looked at his dripping hair, blushing, and said, “Your injuries were too severe. I wasn’t in the mood to talk about these things at first, and then I didn’t find the right opportunity.”

“Then… tell me now.”

Liang Qiuchi prepared himself to accept everything, but Mo Xin was at a loss for words for a moment, even feeling a bit regretful.

He shouldn’t have been so impulsive just now. If he had made mistakes and aroused Liang Qiuchi’s suspicion, it would have been a loss.

“You’d better ask me.” Mo Xin felt it was safer this way.

Liang Qiuchi thought for a moment and asked, “How did we meet?”

Mo Xin said, “We were in the same school, you were my senior, and also my instructor for military training when I enrolled.”

“How long have we been together?” Liang Qiuchi asked again.

“…Eight years.” Mo Xin said half truthfully, “We’ve climbed mountains, crossed rivers, and been to many places together. Do you remember the time we went on an adventure in the rainforest and encountered some situations that almost cost us our lives? You told me back then that you should have confessed to me earlier and been together sooner, so even if we died, there wouldn’t be too many regrets.”

After hearing this, Liang Qiuchi fell into silence again.

Mo Xin couldn’t gauge his thoughts and added, “There’s a tattoo of my name on your chest. If you can see it, that’s the best proof.” After saying this, his eyes welled up with tears.

Although Liang Qiuchi couldn’t see it, Mo Xin’s usually cold and calm voice was now clearly choked with emotion. It was this detail that made him choose to believe after a long silence.

He said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Mo Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “You don’t need to apologize.” He leaned over and held Liang Qiuchi’s hand, his eyes full of longing as he stared at the man he had pursued for eight years. “Qiuchi, you don’t need to bother remembering the past. I’ll accompany you to more places, and create better memories to fill the gap between us, okay?”

Before Liang Qiuchi could speak, there was a knock on the door.

Vincent announced his presence but said nothing more. Mo Xin said he needed to temporarily leave for a moment and left reluctantly.

The back of Liang Qiuchi’s hand still retained the slightly cold body temperature of Mo Xin. He felt strange. Why were this person’s hands always so cold, without a trace of warmth?

He carefully recalled the bits and pieces of their time together over the past few days. No wonder Mo Xin’s words always carried an ambiguous and intimate tone. If they were in a romantic relationship, it all made sense.

But according to Mo Xin’s description, their relationship was deep, and they had experienced life and death trials together. With his understanding, they should have a relationship where they could talk about anything, so why did he feel Mo Xin was sometimes very restrained in front of him?

Like the Q&A just now, every word seemed meticulously planned out, spoken very cautiously.

Was it because Mo Xin was being extra cautious due to his recent severe injury?

Or was he being too sensitive himself?

Liang Qiuchi leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest for a moment. Suddenly, he got up, walked back to the bathroom relying on his memory, and turned on the lights to the brightest setting.

The strong light made his vision slightly clearer. He approached the mirror and looked closely. There seemed to be a tattoo on his chest.

No one would lie about something so easily verifiable.

Liang Qiuchi felt he needed more time to process this.

He returned to the room. The bed was still the same, but lying down again, he felt different from usual.

Especially when Mo Xin returned, finished washing up, and came straight to his side. Liang Qiuchi’s mood became even more subtle.

“Qiuchi, are you asleep?”

The mattress sank as Mo Xin’s breath approached.

The distance was very close, and Liang Qiuchi smelled the fresh citrus scent from his hair.

“No,” Liang Qiuchi cleared his throat and opened his eyes to ask him, “Is everything sorted out?”

“It was just a small matter.” Mo Xin lay down beside him, the damp ends of his hair falling on his forehead, softening his cold demeanor and revealing a hint of gentleness. “If you’re not tired, let’s chat some more.”

“Okay,” Liang Qiuchi turned to the side. “Should I ask and you answer?”

Mo Xin lay down accordingly, facing him. “Go ahead.”

“Let’s talk about work and the accident,” Liang Qiuchi wanted to gather more information, maybe find some clues to regain some memories.

Mo Xin had already prepared his answers. “We started a security company together. The day of the accident was due to some trivial matters. We had a disagreement and exchanged a few words. You got distracted for a moment and hit the guardrail.”

Liang Qiuchi asked naturally, “Were you also in the car? Did you get injured?”

Mo Xin hesitated for a moment before quietly saying, “Yes,” then added, “You protected me when the accident happened. I only suffered minor injuries, nothing serious.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled. “That’s good.”

Suddenly, Mo Xin grasped the hand that Liang Qiuchi had placed on his abdomen and said, “You should sleep early, we’ll talk more once you’re rested.”

However, even after saying this, he showed no signs of letting go for a long time. Liang Qiuchi, puzzled, asked, “Is there something else?”

In the darkness of the night, turbulent emotions surged in Mo Xin’s clear eyes. He forcefully suppressed the impulse to throw himself over, and in a low voice, he said, “Can you hug me for a moment?”

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Although he knew that the person lying next to him was an adult male almost the same size as himself, he could hear a hint of coquetry in Mo Xin’s words.

Seeing Liang Qiuchi hesitating, Mo Xin felt a little disheartened.

As he was about to withdraw his hand, a gentle force pulled him into Liang Qiuchi’s embrace.

Liang Qiuchi gently patted his shoulder and asked, “Is this okay?”

Mo Xin buried his head deeply in the crook of Liang Qiuchi’s neck, greedily absorbing his scent.

When he had made this request earlier, he felt a bit greedy, thinking that he should gradually develop his relationship with Liang Qiuchi. But now that he was actually being held in his arms, he felt that he was too easily contented.

Just being embraced for a short minute could effortlessly erase the eight years of waiting.

“It’s enough.” Mo Xin reluctantly let go of Liang Qiuchi’s hand, then lay down beside him, silently savoring the moment.

Liang Qiuchi resumed his lying position.

Because the external light was too dim, he couldn’t even see the slightest blurry outline with his eyes now, but he still kept his eyes open and stared at the ceiling in silence for a long time.

He thought he should take some medicine; maybe his eyes would recover faster.

When the time came, he would look carefully at the man who had so cautiously asked to be held, never forgetting him again.