"You're right." he rumbles, approving, pleased that Xingchen is comfortable enough in the house to notice such things. The home belongs to him too, after all; Xue Yang and him had kept their dear Xingchen in mind for every room, every part.

Zichen's heart skips a beat at the gentle pressure and he presses his lips to Xingchen's temple. It feels like a dream to have him in Gazin and there is only one thing that can make all of this better. A-Yang is right: they must restore Xingchen's sight.

"I would like that." he smiles at the effortless way his soulmate supports him, "What are you craving? I'll find it for you, I promise."