Long Yifan looked at Gu Jin with slight sadness. His eyes softened, but the pain behind them was clear.
Still, he did not move closer. Instead, he stepped back and asked in a quiet voice,
"Gu Jin, how long are you going to keep me away from you?"
His voice trembled a little, but he forced himself to stay calm.
This time, it was not an act. There was true sadness in his eyes.
His gaze was full of longing, the kind that came from holding back for too long.
Gu Jin frowned and crossed her arms. Her voice was cold, but her eyes flickered with emotion.
"So that's what you are thinking about?" she asked sharply. "You only care about that?"
Long Yifan stared at her for a long time before letting out a small, tired smile.
"No," he said softly. "It's not like that. I don't always think about it."
He paused and looked down. "I'm just insecure, Gu Jin," he whispered.
