83 FIFTH SEKHMET

With some maneuvering, they dragged a small table outside on the balcony, and had their meal there with a pot of fragrant jasmine tea, fresh tea leaves sent by Xiao Zhan's mother. The night was quietly cool; the sight of overlooking the sleepless city of Shanghai during dinner provided them both with entertainment, slowly eating and enjoying the unhurried meal.

There was little flourish to their past two days, but Yibo was the happiest he'd been in years, a sense of accomplishment and simple fulfilment, that this was where he was meant to be, with who he was meant to be with. Having meals with Xiao Zhan, coming home to him, having someone at his side for the rest of his life, he understood why others would fight for love.