You and Jing Yuan didn't exactly have a good history with one another.

Good frienships sometimes shatter over-night, much like yours did a long, long time ago. You didn't know how it happened... Just that you never wanted to go through that again.

But now, here you are, sleeping soundly on his shoulder after the fearsome battle with Phantylia. Both of you had been taken in by the Healers for urgent medical attention, especially Jing Yuan, however he constantly hushed the doctors running around you two.

His golden eyes watched over your form, remembering the features he so vividly admired all those years ago. The General didn't even aknowledge his stab wound anymore, nor the surging pain and the blood that leaked through the bandages every now and then. Another Healer approached him quickly, attempting to stir you awake and move your head when Jing Yuan carefully but firmly gripped their wrist, shaking his head.

"Don't," His voice was barely above a hum. "Let them be. They haven't slept in days."