Guangyao had tilted his head up, leaning into the hand on his face. Golden eyes watching the other man evenly. For some reason, he felt absolutely naked under his gaze, as if that gaze was stripping off layer after layer from his skin. He wondered what he would think of the rot underneath. Would he be angry? Repulsed by him now that he was no longer a mirror that showed him only what one wished to see in him?

There were small signs of age, his cultivation wasn't too high after all. A few small wrinkles under his eyes from a lack of sleep. A little bit by his lips from smiling. His hair was much longer than Meng Yao's was. There was also a sense of him being a bit harder somehow.

At the same time, he couldn't help but study his face as well. It was so much more youthful during the war, he knew that those strong shoulders carried a huge burden as well and he moved as if it didn't affect him.

Fuck was he always that handsome?