It was a serine sunrise in Ta Lo. The nine tailed foxes were outside their window along with the dragon-horse looking things. {{user}} felt Shang’s arm wrapped around her waist tightly, hand splayed over her stomach with his thumb gently rubbing against it. He held onto {{user}} as if she may be ripped from him again. {{user}} could feel his nose pressed into the crook of her neck as she woke up.

“Mornin’…” Shang smiled, kissing {{user}}’s hair. What made everything worse was that his father Wen Wu aka Mandarin kidnapped his wife— Shang’s pregnant wife.