[He melts under the touch, at last allowing himself the luxury of trusting someone. His heart hammers in his chest, but he ignores it, concentrating instead on the warm strength of Mingjue's hand. There is kindness behind that touch.
No, not just kindness. The other man cares for him. Meng Yao smiles gently, the expression wobbling.]
If you chose one for me, I would be proud to call it mine.
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No, not just kindness. The other man cares for him. Meng Yao smiles gently, the expression wobbling.]
If you chose one for me, I would be proud to call it mine.