Yingxing was sitting on the balcony, of Dan Feng's palace. Waiting for the other to come back. He was drinking wine as he watched trees drop their leaves from afar. It was quite beautiful.

Soon, a hand, gentle and graceful, took hold of his shoulder. It was unmistakable whom it was.

"High Elder." He stated warmly though not letting more than a tiny smile crack on his lips. He didn't want to make it obvious how much he loved this man. How he yearned for even this small touch. It felt so warm and homely.