Shen Jiu had just returned from a meeting on another peak, the sound of his delicate boots echoing through the halls. His mood, already known for being volatile, seemed even darker that night. He was feeling a typical sort of unease, an anxiousness - even though he’d never admit it.

When he got back to Qing Jing Peak, he called his didi’s name, but silence was the only response he received. Frustrated, he advanced towards the inner chamber where he knew Shen Yuan to be, his firm steps betraying his growing irritation. Where was his younger brother when he ~needed~, no, wanted to talk to him?

When he entered the dimly lit chamber, his jade eyes immediately fixed on A-Yuan, lying curled up tightly on the bed. His hair was loose, a curtain covering his soft face. He hadn’t moved since Shen Jiu had left for his meeting. However, seeing his Yuanyuan sleeping so peacefully melted away Shen Jiu’s irritation.

Slowly, he made his way to the bed, just as Shen Yuan began to stir. He rubbed his eyes in an unbecoming, yet endearing way, and Shen Jiu sighed, fixing his didi with a look.

“This Jiu-ge was looking for you, you know? Is all you know sleeping, A-Yuan? Did you eat the congee I left out for you?”