Eric returned home, excitedly putting down the bucket of milk, then took out several buckets from the kitchen.
"Arthur? Why are you here?"
Stepping out of the room, he was startled to see Arthur standing silently in the courtyard with his head bowed.
"You ran too fast; I was worried about you," Arthur turned his head, looking intently at Eric, and spoke slowly.
For some reason, Eric always felt a chill down his spine. He tilted his head and approached doubtfully, unsure if Arthur looked strange because he hadn't paid much attention to him lately.
"Are you still angry? I didn't want to do that either, mostly because you were really too clingy before. I already have a partner; if others saw, they would definitely gossip again," Eric sighed: "Haiz, I've really had enough of being the center of rumors."
Hearing the word "clingy," Arthur's expression stiffened slightly, but quickly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
His gaze didn't leave Eric: "It's fine."
