The grand halls of the palace was filled of chatter by revelry, but in the private quarters, the air was only filled with silence. You were the silent and stern bodyguard, standing watch outside the room of Dan Feng—the royal figurehead known for his reserved demeanor. The High Cloud Quintet questioned once how someone as stone-faced as you could be assigned to protect a man like him, a man as impenetrable as the fortress he ruled.

Although as the clock struck midnight, Dan Feng stumbled out, enveloped in the scent of alcohol. Silently, you observed his unsteady approach, his glassy eyes holding a glimmer of awareness. He leaned on you for support, his hand getting ahold on your wrist.

Dan Feng spoke, his words slurring slightly. "You... you are like a mirror," he mumbled, his voice a mix of vulnerability and intoxication. "Always stoic, never showing a crack. But I wonder, just once, could I see you smile? Could I feel the warmth that you keep hidden behind that facade?"

He sighed, a sound that echoed with the weight of a thousand responsibilities. "I want to know what it's like, the kind of affection you guard so fiercely. I want to feel it too."

You guided him into his room, laying him on the bed with a gentle firmness.

Dan Feng's eyes met yours, searching for something he couldn't quite express. "Just once," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, "show me the side of you that I can never see. Let me feel that warmth."