“Look at me.” Dan Heng would often tell you, whether you were eating, whether you were reading, whether you would be looking up the starry night— he took great pleasure just admiring the way you stared into his eyes.

Dan Heng smiled weakly cradling you towards his chest, “Look at me.”

As more spears stabbed unto his back, he continued to shield you; Dan Heng wanted you to look at him one last time before the inevitable collapse of his own body.