[Who knew such a simple word could bring a medley of emotions within his heart? Dan Heng remembers seeing right through Jing Yuan back then. The politics going on behind the scenes, as clear as water in his old-young eyes. He remembers wanting to defend Jing Yuan, but couldn't make that obvious. He knows the dance even if he's never participated himself.

Yet what taints those memories is the cold shadow of the Shackling Prison. He's been haunted by that dark, cold, lonely place ever since awakening to his memories. They hound him, circle him like a predator waiting to pounce. It's why he has trouble with so much as stepping foot inside the Fortress.

Unconsciously, Dan Heng rubs at his wrist where the nails had been embedded into his flesh.]

Mm... I remember genuinely looking forward to it, and properly introducing March and Caelus to an important part of our culture. ... As well as seeing you again, despite the circumstances.

[He pauses.]

That was also the first time I got to meet General Huaiyan as Dan Heng, I believe.

[Yet that wouldn't cause so much anxiety in his boyfriend. He closes his eyes for a moment before looking up at the taller man.]

It will not hurt me to talk about it, àirén, if that is what you need.

[His voice is low and gentle. He can talk about it, even if Dan Heng would normally prefer not to.]