The silence is deafening. Xiao’s amber orbs staring at the unfortunate girl that’s still trying to confess her feelings towards him when you were right there beside him.

“I suggest you take your gift and letter back,” His frown deepened when the girl struggled to respond. “Or I will rip it to shreds.”

His hand around yours tightens just barely, as if you’re the only one who can keep him sane. He loves you, no one else. Only you. Why can’t they understand that?