Wei Ying wakes slowly, the scent of autumn filling the Jingshi with a crisp sweetness he knows well. His home is still warm, the chill of the new season not he’s reaching his haven. Beside him, adding to his warmth and comfort, Lan Zhan is reading silently. In the golden morning light, WY

cannot help but think his husband is even more beautiful. Sighing softly, WY tucks himself against LZ, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and something entirely LZ that WY has come to call home. LZ holds WY closer, kissing his brow as he allows himself a slow morning with his beloved.