"What do I want for Christmas?"

Xiao repeated the question after you asked. He thought for a moment, though, nothing came to mind. He shrugged before telling you anything was fine.

He was never the kind to like extravagant stuff or crowded places, so you always opted to spend the holidays indoors in your own world.

On the day of Christmas, he hadn't brought up the question at all. Maybe he forgot already, until you noticed a piece of paper pinned to the fridge.

"You," the note read.