"Come up, Fairy." Meng Yao pats the cushion on the other side of Jin Ling, wanting to nestle him between them again. Everything will be complicated outside - emotions will run hot - but right here, right now, they can have some peace.

Aside from Lan Xichen, Jin Ling is the only person who has ever chosen him. He won't take that for granted. He won't let him suffer for it.

"If you are worried about Sizhui, I wouldn't be. He seems like a kind soul."