The tears had shocked him. He knew of Guangyao's pain. He knew how his friend had suffered more than anyone should. But the sight of them staining the other's cheeks was just too much. He could handle accepting his own death, but to face Guangyao's pain directly like this--

"Guangyao..." He couldn't help himself. Reaching out, he lightly brushed his hand against Guangyao's cheek, his thumb idly stroking away at the tears. A soft yet sad smile meeting his lips as he nodded his head, his eyes not breaking away from the others. "Mnn, It's really me, Guangyao. I'm really here."

What sorrowed depths his dear friend must have been feeling. To face his friend after all that had gone on that night.

"And I'm glad. I'm so glad you feel as if you no longer have to restrain yourself."

It meant that Guangyao was at least free from the scrutinization of their world. Wasn't that all that the two of them had wanted, really?