["Thank you!"
Wang Li let out a smile and touched the boy's chest to give more of his power to him. They ate quietly and retired to their rooms, but many nights Mo Chou would knock on his door with eyes red rimmed and sniffling nose. Other times the boy wouldn't even knock. He would hear soft footsteps near his bed before the child snuggled close to him, crying gently against his body.
Every time, Wang Li would hold the boy tightly as if it was not him who caused the boy pain.
It was not him that caused these nightmares.]
"My king," Mo Chou whispered through his gasping cries.
"Yes, Chou-er?"
The arms around him tightened and he did the same.
"Why won't you let me stay, stay until a few days before you visit? Why can't I stay?"
