"Hey."
"Yes?"
Answering without stopping his hands, Qiong Xing felt Joa's arms tighten around their waist.
"If I die someday… will you grieve like that too?"
"Of course."
How could they not grieve when a precious mate died?
"…I see. I see."
While murmuring happily, Joa received the freshly made flower crown as Qiong Xing placed it on his head, then Qiong Xing turned to face him.
"But I don't really like talking about things like that, so please live a long life if you can. For my sake."
"Yeah. For your… for Qiong Xing's sake, I'll live as long as I can. If I leave you alone, I'd be worried sick."
"That's true. If Joa isn't around, I might just drop dead too."
"You idiot. That's where you're supposed to deny it."
Qiong Xing laughed as Joa lightly knocked against them while laughing.
"But it's me, after all. I don't think so myself, but everyone keeps saying it's dangerous, dangerous."
