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Upon entering the apartment, Anthon quickly organized the necessary photography equipment. His movements were skilled and swift, yet the turmoil within him remained unresolved. His fingers trembled as he struggled to maintain his composure, but the anxiety in his heart made it difficult to focus. As he arranged his gear, he continuously reassured himself, trying to convince himself that this was just an ordinary workday, nothing special.
Anthon's thoughts were consumed by memories of Brother Jie, fragments that confused and pained him. Those recollections felt like invisible chains, tightly binding his heart. When he finally finished organizing his equipment and prepared to head downstairs to meet Brother Jie, he took a deep breath, attempting to calm the turmoil inside. The anxiety and worry weighed heavily on him, but he knew he had to confront it all.
Gripping his photography gear tightly, Anthon strode toward the door, filled with conflicting emotions and pain. He didn't want his feelings to be swayed by Brother Jie any longer, yet reality made it impossible for him to completely escape this predicament. His fingers clenched around the equipment as a flicker of determination crossed his gaze; he resolved to protect his dignity and emotions, refusing to let himself be hurt again.
As Anthon stepped out of the apartment and took the elevator down once more, his mood remained heavy, but a sense of resolve began to fill him with strength. He understood that he had to face everything ahead of him, no matter how challenging the path might be; he would persevere. With each descent of the elevator, Anthon's mood gradually calmed. He was determined not to let Brother Jie's actions affect his emotions any longer; he would hold firm to his beliefs and boundaries.
When the elevator doors opened again, Anthon inhaled deeply and walked toward Brother Jie, who was waiting for him. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve; no matter how difficult the future might be, he would persist. He knew that the future of their relationship was still shrouded in uncertainty and confusion, but he believed that as long as he held onto his convictions, he would find a way forward.
As Anthon got into the car, Brother Jie immediately showed concern, asking, "Did you make sure you brought everything? You're going away for a week." His voice carried a hint of worry and care. Brother Jie's gaze was sincere, as if trying hard to bridge the invisible gap between them.
However, Anthon felt a surge of irritation at that moment. The conflict and confusion within him felt suffocating as memories of the man's words and Brother Jie's expression replayed in his mind. He suddenly snapped back with annoyance, "Yes... Besides, we're just... some sort of... one-night stand relationship. I don't want you—please don't interfere with my life or my living situation, understand? We only met last night; there's no need for you to be so attentive..." As soon as those words left his mouth, regret washed over him. Yet at that moment, he felt it necessary to draw a line and prevent this relationship from complicating his life further.
Brother Jie looked taken aback by Anthon's words; his expression shifted from shock to seriousness. He fell silent for a moment before slowly nodding in resignation. A flicker of disappointment and pain crossed his eyes but was quickly replaced by determination. He knew he had to respect Anthon's choice, yet the deep-seated sorrow weighed heavily on him.
The atmosphere in the car grew increasingly tense and oppressive as silence enveloped them once more. Brother Jie gripped the steering wheel tightly, focusing intently on the road ahead in an attempt to calm himself. His heart was filled with conflict and helplessness; he understood that changing Anthon's decision wouldn't be easy but still hoped for an opportunity to mend their relationship.
Anthon sat there feeling heavy-hearted; although he regretted saying those things, he recognized it was necessary to prevent any further unnecessary entanglements in the future. His gaze wandered aimlessly, unable to meet Brother Jie's eyes as inner turmoil consumed him. He knew boundaries needed to be set but felt utterly confused by the struggle within.
"I'm... sorry, Brother Jie," Anthon finally murmured softly, trying to soften the sharpness of his earlier words. His voice carried a hint of regret and apology but was overshadowed by helplessness and pain. "I just... I don't want my life to become more complicated."
Brother Jie took a deep breath before responding gently, "It's okay, Anthon; I understand what you mean. I just... I just want to help you feel secure." His voice held sincerity and helplessness as he tried to ease Anthon's tension.
A wave of turmoil surged within Anthon as he sensed Brother Jie's sincerity, but the contradictions and confusion in his heart made it difficult for him to let go easily. A flicker of hesitation and uncertainty crossed his gaze, but ultimately, he lowered his head and softly said, "Thank you, Brother Jie, but I really need some time to sort out my thoughts."
Brother Jie nodded, choosing not to say anything further, and the atmosphere in the car fell into silence once more. The distance between them seemed to stretch even further in their unspoken words, with inner pain and conflict preventing them from truly drawing closer to one another. As Brother Jie drove, he pondered how to mend Anthon's wounds, yet he knew he had to respect Anthon's choice; no matter how great the challenges ahead, he would not give up on this relationship.
Anthon's mood grew heavier and more complex. He understood that he needed time to process everything, but he was uncertain about whether there was a future for their relationship. His heart was filled with confusion and disorientation, leaving him unable to find a way forward. As the car continued its journey, Anthon felt increasingly burdened, yet he knew that regardless of how difficult the road ahead might be, he had to persevere and find his own path.
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