Morning

Sebastian Yue peered at the unenthusiastic expression that was plastered across Dragon's perfect facial features; the old man smiled brightly. "Shi Chen -- meaning morning. The sunrise that warms up the coldness of the night. The beginning of the day, another chance for a good start… Shi Chen,"

For a brief while, Dragon looked at the old man like a kid that doesn't know how to respond. Such simple name yet, by how the old man Yue elaborate its meaning via his perspective, it felt... heartwarming. Dragon couldn't respond as Sebastian Yue's words kept ringing inside his mind.

'Shi Chen…'

Seeing that Dragon was neither displeased nor protesting, Sebastian Yue was satisfied. He must admit that he grew fonder of this young lad after quite some time hanging out with Dragon. Too bad, it seemed to him that Dragon was unhappily living his boring life and probably suffering from his condition which made Sebastian Yue felt sorry for him.