Over the past two years, he had inevitably recalled the various moments he spent with Xu Xunsheng. At the time, he didn't even want to entertain the thought—Xun Zhi was Xu Xunsheng's true love. But all those scenes with Xu Xunsheng, so many filled with deep affection, to say that Xu Xunsheng hadn't genuinely loved him, he found it hard to believe.
Cen Ye looked out at the twilight enveloping the sky, the corners of his mouth curling into a bitter smile. Emotional entanglements were like tumors; if not addressed, could they fester there forever, never healing? If the truth could be laid bare, whether it was what he wanted or not, it was an ending, a resignation to acceptance.
Instead of being a constant, unresolved weight in his heart.
Cen Ye thought for a while longer and then opened the door to call in one of his bodyguards.