The moment Ningyan stepped out of the chamber, he exhaled heavily, pressing a hand against his chest.
It had become unbearably hot in there.
Another moment with Yan Wuhen and he truly might have gone mad.
He needed distance. He needed space to think.
Whenever that fox was near, looking at him with those burning red-gold eyes, touching him as if it was second nature, Ningyan found it impossible to gather his thoughts.
And there was too much to think about.
The broken fragments of memories. The strange familiarity. The ache in Wuhen's gaze.
Even if the place where he had awakened would give him answers... Ningyan wanted to understand for himself first.
He wanted....
His steps slowed.
He wanted to erase that expression from Wuhen's face.
That quiet, painful look Wuhen always wore whenever he thought Ningyan was not looking.
It made something inside him tighten. And that was dangerous.
Ningyan clenched his jaw.
