Another tireless meeting has Xiangyu with yet another pounding headache. Drinking herbal tea or kneading his temple in public didn't help alleviate the aches.

Xiangyu wore a polite smile as each sect voiced its own opinions. His headache only soothes when he sees your tranquil demeanor and elegance.

All stresses seem to conclude as do his locked-away feelings for you. Perhaps he can indulge himself this one time and bask in your opulent transcendence. "Er-ge," he whispers.