The last time he had failed to control his emotions, it had left him walking on thin ice; no one likes someone whose emotions fluctuate wildly.
Terrified that Xingyu might grow tired of him, he forced himself to endure the constant, overwhelming urge to cling to her, to monopolize all her attention, space, and time. He pretended to be calm, pretended to be normal, and did not dare to pester her.
Yet this brought no happiness at all; it was sheer agony.
Chapter 194