Ying Yue felt his tears welled up in his eyes and wrapped his arms around the young man.
"I am sorry you had to go through that, Ah Shen."
"If I did not live through that, I would have never met my king."
Ying Yue pulled away and wiped his eyes. He let out a soft laugh and sighed with a smile.
"You truly love him, don't you Ah Shen."
"He is my king, Sir Yue."
He saw the pink dusting the tip of Shen's ears and he smiled. Wang Li was so loved and he was envious and pleased with that knowledge. There was a light breeze that danced across their skin and played with their hair. Ying Yue's smile softened as he observed the young man before him.
"Do you care for my brother?"
"Han Mo is strange."
"Hm," Ying Yue agreed before his green eyes softened, "He cares for you."
"I know."
His eyes widened slightly, before the blonde laughed shaking his head.
