011: The Hermit

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A/N: Uhhh... Finally finished... Been feeling very groggy all the past two days and had a hard time focusing so I took many breaks and naps. Sorry guys~ I also don't think that I will update EoS until next week. Enjoy the chapter and thank you guys~ (。-ω-)ノ

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Deciding to go to Chengdu turned out to be a good choice to spend their holiday. Even though it was mid autumn, the weather wasn't cold here and held warmth as the sun illuminated the city. In the summer would've been too hot and humid and if they came during the winter, the temperatures were too cold. They finally arrived there after a long drive from their home. In front of a small villa, everyone stepped out from the vehicle and stretched their aching limbs from sitting too long in the car. During the car ride, Yijun had the opportunity to have both of the twins with him. Yunsheng was busy defending his sibling from the devil Feiyi. He had kept a close watch on them and stood guard by their side as if they were a convict and he was their prison guard.

The night before the holiday had officially began, Yunsheng was ecstatic that he would be spending time with his only family during this holiday.

He had plan on ditching Feiyi behind, the lad had decided to draw on his face that evening and made him resemble that of a panda with two large black eyes. No one said anything to him about his dazzling look, and he wasn't even aware of it until he saw his own reflection in the mirror that night. Although he saw their strange stares at him, it was nothing new to him.

Yunsheng's voice went up one octave higher as he yells in the bathroom with surprise. Pinching his glabella, his chest heaves up and down with such intensity that it seems that he had just ran the marathon of his life. He immediately dials the culprit's number with a face that was as black as the bottom of  a burnt pot. Gnashing his teeth, he was going to chew them to pieces and spit them out. Just as the final ring was heard, Yunsheng opens his mouth but instead of hearing the bastard's voice, the electronic answering prompt plays in his ear.

Choking on his spit from his conniption, he then promptly opens WeChat² and spams Feiyi. Cursing him to his eighteenth generation, he sends table flipping emojis while typing out their full name in capital letters. Only after making sure that their messages hit over a thousand did he vent his frustrations. He walks to the bathroom and scrubs the magical design off with burning ardent flames, before heading to sleep.

It was just that in the morning of the day of departure, Yunsheng couldn't believe that just when he thought that he going have a peaceful holiday... As soon as the car door opened... His mood plummeted at the speed of light. It proved that he was just wishful thinking.

His childhood friend was already comfortably seated in the car with his luggage already safely placed in the trunk, waiting for them to get in. Yunsheng inflates up like a balloon, full of hot air but just when he was going to strangle the other. He remembers how his friend was probably spending the holiday alone... Once again.

His wrath deflates faster than you could say 'wo kao¹'. From a young age, Feiyi had spent most of his time in solitude and matured very quickly in that environment. His grandfather was too busy at the military barracks, his mother was occupied with managing their business and ensuring that things were smooth, and after his brother reached middle school, he went abroad and rarely returned home. He knew that his friend wasn't the type to confide his feelings to others and something like this no longer bothers him. It wasn't the first time nor was it the second time that he was left alone, and surely this wouldn't be the last time either. A sliver of sympathy formed inside of  Yunsheng for his friend.

But it seems that he was always too soft hearted to this audacious person. Feiyi had his phone in his hands as he had just taken a photo of Yunsheng's surprise face with a smirk on his face. He then clicks on the keyboard in an elegant and refined manner.

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