Alright. [with mingjue more of himself, xichen can breath a bit easier. he says it softly, playful.

he can forget logic and reason now, can enjoy the comfort of mingjue pulling him against his chest. he tightens his own hold, turns his head to press his lips into mingjue's hair as he tries to shield him.

from meng yao, from the world. selfishly, he keeps him to himself.] Your suspicion wasn't ungrounded and I did not listen to the man I love. [part of the reason that their relationship is so strong, xichen knows, is that they are not normally blinded by their love -- that they can disagree and be stronger for it. but in this instance, xichen does not find strength in that.] Let me be sorry and right it, my heart.