Jian Ci had always told himself that if he ever confessed his love, this would be the song he would send to them. It carried emotions words could never capture.
Jian Ci bit his lower lip, tapping it nervously as the opening notes filled the lounge. He turned, his eyes locking onto Yu Xi.
"Woo, go gege," Yu Xi cheered, his voice playful but encouraging.
Jian Ci smiled faintly, his nerves softening. "Don't be too harsh when you critique me, okay?"
"I will be kind," Yu Xi promised, his lips curving.
"Okay," Jian Ci whispered, clearing his throat.
He began to sing. The melody was slow, romantic, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings. The lyrics told the story of a woman discovering her crush. How she noticed the smallest things: his laugh, his walk, his voice, and how those details made her heart ache with longing.
But threaded through the song was fear, the dread that if she confessed, he might despise her, or worse, hate her for daring to feel.
