"…"
"Let, let me see," he set his tea down reaching for the note. Eyes reading the note, he laughed softly as his eyes softened, "He must really love you."
"I am certain he wrote the wrong name," Shen, eyes of purple shook his head.
"When he returns, you can hug him and see," he waved the note, "If this was for me or you."
"Aw, Ah Shen," Hien looked at the white-haired boy with hands clasped before her chest, "It had been a long time since you received a hug from him, right?"
"I don't need a hug," a frown graced the boy's lips, but the redness against his ears told them otherwise, "His acknowledgement is enough."
Ying Yue patted the boy's head with a smile. A feeling of relief and affection surrounded his heart. Wang Li cared deeply for Fu Shen and in turn, so did he.
"Snow," he called out and the beast trekked toward him and sat placing his large head on his lap.
