Rui Fei's heartbeat accelerated as he stared down at those slender fingers interlocked with his from under the table. When he was a child he had always thought of this very scene and even dreamt of it countless times but like a wisp of light hidden within the darkness, he knew it was just an illusion.
In that cold place, he imagined his body being embraced in a soothing warmth by a faceless person. He imagined himself calling out mum softly while expressing his grievances. His mother would kiss his forehead and whisper, "It's okay. Mum is here with you."
But in the end, he would open his eyes and find that it was only just a dream. The day Ji Yao opened the door to the dungeon and freed him he had a different kind of yearning.
He knew he could never receive maternal warmth and that his mother would never be able to save him but he could also get a different kind of warmth from that person who came to his rescue. Thus his yearning for Ji Yao blossomed.
