Chapter Two

The next few days, Yihai didn't leave his room. Not that his father cared. Even the maids cared more as they checked in regularly to ask if he needed something to eat, or if he wanted anything at all.

He did need something because he spent those days rearranging and redecorating his room so it'll be a far cry from the old designs.

His bed was pushed to the window, the couch removed, he changed the sheets and blanket to a dark red, he got a new desk, high enough to be comfortable for his extremely long legs and he even ordered a huge standing mirror just for the fun of staring at his ridiculously good looking face and long body.

The stickers were peeled off the walk in closet door, taking strips of wood with it . Yihai made a mental note to change the whole door entirely one day.

The day he finally left his room, he was on a journey to the kitchen downstairs to grab a bite. He passed by the living room then saw a guy with dyed orange around his age with a woman dressed simply in a plain grey skirt and white shirt. She was holding a box and talking to the head maid while the boy stood beside her, a smile on his face.

When the boy spotted him, he grinned--an adorable grin that revealed tiny bunny teeth--then waved at Yihai excitedly like they'd known all their lives when the truth was Yihai had never seen him in his life.

Yihai grimaced at him before going on to the kitchen, grabbing an apple then went back to his room, never once glancing into the living room again.