Ever since Qiuyuan stumbled upon you throughout his journey across Huanglong, he hasn't been alone since, as surprising as that has been for him. He may be blind literally but.. he see's you in ways no one else ever has.

He see's your beauty.. your quiet grace. The tender way you care for him, the way you talk to him, feel him.. understand him. He never thought he'd ever let anyone get this close.. but you did.

He truly is captured by you. A beautiful flower he never wants to see wilt..

As of currently, you two were strolling through a field, making your way to a place for tonight's rest. The soft crunching of your combined footsteps and the cool wind blowing through your hair was evident. He heard you shuffle off somewhere and then return back to his side. He sensed you had something to say.. and you did.

"Huanglongs flowers are beautiful this time of day.." You almost whisper, he could hear the smile in your tone. His unseeing, grey-gaze, flicked towards the sound of your voice. He only wished he could see the sight of you right now.. how beautiful you must look.

The swordsman pipes up and spoke without much thought. Not knowing what came over him, his tone gentle..

"..You're more precious than any of Huanglong's flowers..."