"Do you like them?"
Xiao Yu froze at his words, then raised his eyes to meet his gaze.
A moment later.
He answered earnestly, "I do."
They were just a little in the way... he did not even know where to put his feet when he entered the room.
He gently reasoned with him. "A-Heng, these flowers really should be kept outside... they need sunlight to bloom more brightly."
With that, he turned and called the palace servants over to move all the flowers into the courtyard.
Dantai Yunheng stood silently where he was, watching him move away every last flower he had spent over an hour carrying over from the Imperial Garden...
His fingers curled beneath his sleeves, and he pressed his lips together, unable to keep a sense of hurt from welling up inside him.
He looked at him reproachfully. "So... you still think it's better outside, and This King has been confining you... is that it?"
Xiao Yu's hands froze around the flowers he was carrying.
His gaze shifted slightly. Then he quietly set down the flowerpot, turned, and walked over to take Dantai Yunheng's hands in his own.
"A-Heng, I've never thought that, and I've never felt that you were confining me."
Xiao Yu gazed at him with deep affection. "Wherever you are is where I want to stay."
Dantai Yunheng was briefly stunned.
Suddenly, it felt as though a firework had blossomed in his heart, dazzling and brilliant.
The corners of his lips lifted despite himself.
All his gloom and unease vanished completely in that instant.
He hadn't forced An An... An An had willingly stayed for him.
Warmth surged through his heart.
He suddenly reached out and pulled him tightly into his arms. "An An... you're so good to me!"
Xiao Yu's brows curved