After their 20th spar, it happened. Ying Yue felt anxiety and worry built up like a yarn inside his stomach.
"Ah Yue, your eyes," he felt Wang Li running his fingers over the mark on his forehead, "This mark… you are chosen."
"I…" he searched his friend's face worriedly, "… maybe it was a mistake. You are the chosen one from Heaven, Ah Li."
"Ah Yue," he saw the boy smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the mark, "Your eyes are beautiful as gold or green, and this mark…" their foreheads pressed against one another, "... means we are bonded, does it not?"
He placed his palms on his friend's collarbone and let out soft laughter. They've grown so close that he felt stupid for even worrying. Wang Li had always supported him, and he was grateful. He was always nice to him, was patient with him, and laughed with him. His best friend…
Pulling back, he smiled relieved as he looked into silver eyes.
"Why have you hidden it?" His friend questioned.
