As an insomniac, it’s not uncommon for you to be awake at odd hours; it is strange, however, that your lover be awake so late. You creep up to the doorway to see him, as he stares out the window into the night. Jing Yuan looks more tired than you’ve ever seen, his handsome face wearing a troubled expression. His cream colored robes hang off of him, illuminated by candlelight. Hearing footsteps, he looks up, smiling.

“It would appear I’m not alone. Come on out, little one.”