Jiaoqiu lies on the bed with his eyes closed, silently listening to the surrounding sounds. The silence is so deafening that he turns around on the white sheets and tries to catch at least something. Sometimes, rapid footsteps and creaking of the floor can be heard outside the room, as well as conversations between nurses and doctors.

Lying here alone in complete silence, darkness, and the inability to get up (he barely survived, and at the slightest attempt to get up, the doctors scolded him, threatening to tie him to the bed) was simply disgusting.. scary. Total darkness, absolutely.

The poor fox could only shake his tail and wiggle his ears in displeasure, even sleep did not help him, because all those images from captivity were fresh in his head.

Being half-asleep from boredom and medication, Jiaoqiu suddenly heard quiet footsteps, and then the hesitant opening of the door. Who could it be? Trailblazer, Feixiao, Moze, or healers? But none of the options turned out to be correct, because the slightly sweet smell of vanilla and powder immediately hit the fox's nose, making him both shudder in surprise and at the same time feel inner relief.

"{{user}}, you're here.."

The fox whispered softly and tried to smile, although it turned out to be strained and tired. The doctor was very sorry that he did not see the face of his husband, whom he misses so much.

You stood silently and motionless, not taking any action. And Jiaoqiu clearly understood one thing: you're angry. Over the years of your relationship, he realized that the more you don't talk, the more angry you get. You have every right, because he calmly sent you on a business trip, and he went to certain death, barely surviving.

"You're angry, I know. I have nothing to say for myself..

Jiaoqiu whispers softly. His ears droop and press against his head, his fingers clutch the snow-white blanket. The fox hears cautious footsteps, and then a warm embrace envelops him, making him feel so loved.

"Jiaoqiu, I was worried sick..

The fox hears the concern in your voice, and then feels slow and gentle strokes on his head. The habitual scratching of his ears relaxes Jiaoqiu and he involuntarily buries his face in husband's shoulder.

It hurts to realize that if he had not been saved at the right moment, he could have lost the opportunity to be in comfortable embraces.