"But you?" Ji'an smiled, her dark eyes shining with absolute, unwavering sincerity. "I like you the most. No matter what."
Wangchen's breath hitched. The faint pink on the tips of his ears flared into a brilliant, undeniable crimson.
"You were the first person I met in this crazy sect," Ji'an declared, her tone carrying the absolute certainty of a chef declaring their favorite knife. "You sat in the dirt and ate my leftover pork. You blocked Lu Jianheng's sword for me. You are my first companion, Wangchen. And you will always be my first companion. Nobody, not the Holy Son, not the Young Sword Lord, not a Demon Lord, is ever going to replace you in my kitchen."
She lifted the lunchbox, shoving it gently against his chest.
"Now, take the pork belly before the crackling gets soggy. I didn't slave over a hot wok for three hours just to watch you pout."
Wangchen took the jade lunchbox. His fingers brushed against hers, the warmth lingering on his skin long after she pulled away.
