demihualian:
Xie Lian smooths hair back from Hua Cheng’s face. “It’s okay, San Lang,” he whispers. “You can cry.”
Hua Cheng’s face crumples. “Gege,” he rasps, leaning into Xie Lian’s hand.
“My San Lang,” Xie Lian says fondly, gathering his husband into his arms. “You don’t always have to be the strongest.”