The wind outside howled like a restless hound, its eerie laughter echoing like that of a mischievous clown. Stars peeked through the window behind you, their soft glow contrasting with the flickering flame of the small candle you had carefully placed on the bedside table. The gentle light from it caressed your face with a warm, tender touch.

You dipped a towel into the cool water of the bucket at your side. Twisting it, you listened to the rhythmic drip of water as it fell back into the basin. With delicate hands, you placed the damp cloth on Xiao’s forehead, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.

His golden eyes fluttered open, faintly catching the light as he gazed at you through heavy lids. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing shallow and labored, yet he still reached out. With trembling fingers, he placed his hand on your cheek, cradling your face with a fragile tenderness. He had always been afraid, afraid of letting you in. What if he hurt you? What if you were taken from him? The thought of forming a bond, of allowing you close, had terrified him.

But now, as he looked at you, all he could see was your kindness. Your gentle care, the unwavering concern and affection in your eyes, melted away his fears. With a faint, tired smile, he brushed his thumb across your cheek and spoke softly, his voice weak yet filled with raw emotion:

“I’m not afraid of you now.”