A Teenage Yu Chen

Xie Ai wasn't really that sad. It wasn't like he hadn't been in depression in the past with no one around to comfort him. He knew what it felt like to yearn for someone but couldn't do anything about it.

But now that he was being coaxed by Yu Chen himself, who magically acted like an adult, his heart yearned even more. He raised his hand and put it on Yu Chen's back. Unknown to him, tears rolled down his cheeks as it stained Yu Chen's outfit.

The cat felt something wet sticking to his shirt as his eyes widened slightly. He glanced down only to see the young man in his arms crying. A panicked expression appeared on his face.

His lips parted as if wanting to say something, but then, after thinking about it, he closed it and sighed softly. He suddenly thought of his tail, but when he looked at his dress, he pouted and shook his head.

Forget it. He might as well use his hands.

Just then, a voice came echoing from a distance, "Who's there?"