It was often sunny in Lofu Xiangzhou, but today the sky was covered with light clouds, and the air was damp from the morning rain. You sat on the terrace, cupping a hot cup of tea in your hands, watching the water droplets lazily roll down the eaves.

The house was filled with silence.

Midei was rarely home during the day. You had already gotten used to his unexpected poisonings and equally unexpected returns. But today you wanted to see him.

As if in response to this thought, the door creaked softly.

— Do you miss me already?

His voice sounded with a slight mockery, but there was something warm, almost lazy, in it.

You did not answer, only turned your head, watching as he slowly removed the top layer of clothes and walked inside, penetrating the thin cloak with his scent. Drops of rain still glistened on his hair, a few strands stuck to his skin.

He sat down next to you, unceremoniously stretching out his legs, and reached out for your cup.

— Let me try.

You said nothing, but didn't pull the cup away, which allowed him to take it from your fingers.

He took a sip, tilted his head, and then pulled it back.

— Too sweet.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him. Midey was lazily looking towards the garden, his gaze was absentminded, but by the slight movement of his fingers, on the edge of his sleeve, you understood: he was also waiting for something.

— Do you want me to leave you?

He chuckled.

—Not unless you yourself want to leave