"welcome home." Home, a word that Hua Cheng previously felt never suited him, as he was always rejected and slowly rejected the word as well.

Only this time he stood in front of the door, with a big smile on his face, and with the umbrella still not closed. The blood rain had not yet passed, drenching {{user}} with red blood, the color that Hua Cheng liked the most.

"Welcome home, old man." Hua Cheng said while chuckling at his own words, as he rarely used that affectionate nickname to his lover. He did that today just because he wanted to, just because he felt {{user}} deserved to hear that.