Chapter 87 - It was Muchen
Yunfeng pulled in a shaky breath, trying to gather his thoughts. His heart was racing, his chest tight. "It’s going to be okay... I can deal with this." He whispered to himself, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed it.
He stood up, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His face was blotchy, eyes red and swollen from the tears he didn’t even remember shedding.
He grabbed a towel, scrubbing his face roughly as if that could wipe away the mess in his head. A soft, floral scent clung to the towel—roses, delicate but calming.
It should’ve grounded him, but his mind was racing too much to focus on something so small.
"I have to face it now. No more running."
The thought of confronting the man he spent the night with made his stomach churn. He didn’t know how it had happened.
His memory was a blur, and the only thing he was sure of was the soreness in his body. But that was enough to tell him the truth. They’d slept together.
But who was it? He clenched the towel, biting his lip. The fear of it being a stranger gnawed at him. The idea of being intimate with someone he barely knew made his skin crawl.
Yunfeng forced his legs to move, each step toward the kitchen feeling heavier than the last. The mouth-watering smell of breakfast hit him first, followed by the soft hum of a familiar voice.