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The two finally boarded the High-Speed Rail, and the seating area was not too crowded, giving them some breathing space. Anthon, slightly anxious, began to arrange their photography equipment, trying to lift the heavy equipment case into the overhead compartment. However, due to his height and the constraints of his abdomen, this task became somewhat tricky, causing the equipment to nearly slip from his grasp.
Anthon's face flushed slightly from the effort and anxiety, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He gritted his teeth, attempting to stabilize the equipment, but his arms lacked the strength to support such a heavy case. Just as he felt the equipment about to fall and a wave of helplessness washed over him, Haohao quickly reached out to assist, their hands inadvertently overlapping.
In that moment of contact, Anthon felt the warmth and firmness of Haohao's palm, a wave of reassurance coursing through him. His heart raced involuntarily, and the anxiety and unease within him seemed to dissipate at that instant. Haohao's hand was solid and strong, providing him with immense support and strength. Anthon couldn't help but silently thank Haohao; this friend always extended a helping hand when he needed it most, making him feel incredibly secure.
Haohao sensed Anthon's trembling and weakness in his grip, a strong protective instinct rising within him. Watching Anthon struggle filled him with compassion and concern. He knew Anthon had been under a lot of pressure lately; the inner turmoil and pain had made him more vulnerable. Haohao was determined to use his strength and support to help Anthon through this tough time.
"Don't worry, Anthon. I'm here," Haohao said softly, his tone carrying a hint of firmness and gentleness. His eyes sparkled with support and encouragement, providing Anthon with great comfort.
With their combined efforts, they finally managed to secure the photography equipment safely. Anthon let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Haohao, his eyes filled with gratitude and warmth. Their hands remained tightly clasped together; Anthon could feel the temperature and strength of Haohao's palm, that reassuring sensation warming his heart.
"Thank you, Haohao," Anthon said quietly, sincerity and appreciation evident in his voice. The warmth in his gaze shone brightly as the pressure and anxiety within him seemed to release at that moment.
"It's nothing, brother; we're in this together," Haohao replied with a smile, his tone full of support and care. He gently patted Anthon's shoulder, instilling a sense of warmth and strength within him. A wave of reassurance flowed through Anthon as his heart raced again; the anxiety and unease seemed to fade away at that moment. However, in that instant, Haohao caught a whiff of something different—a scent that was not Anthon's usual fragrance but rather... someone else's. This sudden realization flooded Haohao's mind with countless questions.
Confused, Haohao recalled the mysterious person from earlier on the train—the unfamiliar voice and shadowy figure. He tried to piece together these clues but found it difficult to comprehend at that moment. Looking at Anthon's focused expression made it hard for him to ask directly; he could only silently assist in arranging the equipment.
With their joint efforts once more, they successfully secured the photography gear. Anthon sighed in relief again and looked up at Haohao with gratitude shining in his eyes. Their hands remained intertwined; Anthon felt the warmth and strength emanating from Haohao’s palm once more—a comforting sensation that warmed his heart.
"Thank you again, Haohao," Anthon said softly once more, sincerity lacing his words as warmth flickered in his gaze; it felt as if all pressure and anxiety had been released in that moment.
Haohao nodded with a smile but still felt a lingering sense of confusion and unease. The unfamiliar scent he had detected clung stubbornly to his mind, prompting thoughts about Anthon’s whereabouts and that mysterious individual. He didn't know what it meant but hesitated to ask directly for fear of intruding on Anthon's privacy or sensitive issues.
The two of them silently returned to their seats. Haohao tried to relax, but the doubts in his heart prevented him from fully calming down. He gazed out the window, attempting to sort through his thoughts, yet he remained troubled by that strange scent and a sense of unease.
Anthon leaned back in his chair, striving to steady his breathing. He knew that no matter what happened, as long as Haohao was by his side, he could persevere. He closed his eyes, trying to ease his mood, but the image of Brother Jie flashed in his mind, leaving him with a hint of anxiety and complexity.
The High-Speed Rail slowly approached its destination, and the cabin fell into a quiet stillness, broken only by the low hum of the train's steady movement. The two sat together, each lost in their own thoughts. Haohao was filled with questions and worries, while Anthon attempted to keep himself calm in the face of the challenges ahead.
As the High-Speed Rail continued its journey, the silence between them deepened and grew more complex. They both understood that this trip would not be simple, but regardless of how difficult it might be, they would face it together and find their way.
Anthon quickly fell asleep in the seat next to Haohao. The fatigue from their hectic travels and pressures made it impossible for him to resist this moment of rest. His plump face appeared somewhat comical due to gravity's pull; his mouth slightly ajar as he breathed steadily and evenly. This sight was amusing, yet Haohao couldn't help but find it endearing.
Haohao turned his head to look at the sleeping Anthon, warmth and tenderness sweeping through him. He didn’t understand why Anthon’s simple demeanor brought him such peace. Whenever he saw Anthon working hard or feeling frustrated with himself, he was always filled with a desire to protect and care for him. This feeling confused him, especially after learning about the mysterious man’s appearance; it intensified even more.
Ever since discovering the existence of that mysterious man, an unnamed fire had burned within Haohao's heart, making him feel as if Anthon had betrayed him. Every time he recalled that strange scent in the train car, waves of anger and jealousy surged within him. He knew he shouldn’t think this way; after all, they were not in a romantic relationship. Yet this feeling was impossible to ignore.
Haohao looked at Anthon's sleeping face, torn between conflicting emotions that kept him from finding peace. He realized that his feelings for Anthon had surpassed ordinary friendship, but he couldn’t comprehend what these feelings truly were. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down, but the flames within continued to burn fiercely.
He reminisced about their shared experiences—the difficulties and challenges they had faced together, the laughter and tears that felt so precious. Haohao knew he couldn’t lose Anthon; no matter what this relationship was defined as, he wanted to be by Anthon's side always, offering support and protection.
“Anthon…” Haohao murmured softly, a flicker of pity and determination crossing his gaze. He resolved that no matter how difficult things became ahead, he would always guard Anthon’s side and uncover the truth and future of their relationship. Gently adjusting Anthon's position for greater comfort, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and allowed himself a moment of rest.
The High-Speed Rail continued its smooth journey as the cabin grew even quieter. Haohao’s heart remained filled with contradictions and confusion, yet he knew that whatever happened, he would always be there for Anthon to find his answers and direction. In this moment of tranquility, Haohao felt an unprecedented calmness wash over him; that unnamed fire within seemed to gradually subside. He understood that this journey would change many things, but he was ready to face everything—be it difficulties or challenges.
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