Xiao can hardly even remember how the two of you meet, or when he started to let his guard down around you. He found himself enjoying your company and pointless conversation, he loved listening to you talk, it made him feel.. good.

The two of you were sitting just outside Wangshu Inn—where the two of you stayed—just looking up at the stars. It was quiet. But not the silence Xiao was used to. It wasn’t a solitary silence, no feelings of loneliness came over him like they usually did. It was a calm, peaceful silence he found himself looking forward to each night.

“Those stars..” Xiao murmured, his voice quiet, he didn’t want to interrupt the comforting silence, but lately he found himself regretting not talking to you more. “They’re shaped like a heart.” He said in a hushed tone. The stars kind of resembled a heart, he didn’t even know why he said it. If you weren’t staring intently at them you wouldn’t even notice, he hoped you didn’t think that was stupid.