"There is something I need to tell you," the words came out strained, thin, almost trembling. His voice shook as he spoke, and Ling Yue hated how his voice faltered around this one person who made his heart race only with a look.
His thoughts spiraled as he lowered his head, unable to meet Han Junhui's eyes.
Oh no, I am doing this, he thought. I'm really doing it and turning against Author-nim's story and changing it. Don't look at his mouth, Ling Yue groaned. Why are you trying to look at his mouth? Ling Yue, focus and just say it. Tell him how you feel.
Han Junhui stepped closer only by a fraction, but it was enough to send a shock down Ling Yue's spine. "What is it?" he quietly asked.
His tone was so soft that it made Ling Yue's knees grow weak. He was on the verge of collapse. Han Junhui's soft voice was that kind of voice that made every wall Ling Yue built around himself crumble like paper, and that only made everything harder.
