A Bond Deepened

It was a deep, vivid red.

Who could believe that it had once been white?

It looked as if it had always been this color.

As if it had absorbed something precious.

His heart pounded.

The color of the pill was the color of love.

The depth of the red reflected the depth of their emotions, the depth of their longing.

Shen Xinghui wanted him, he loved him.

He desired a future with him—a child, their future together.

When he glanced at Shen Xinghui, he noticed him staring intently at the pill, his expression uncertain.

He couldn't help but smile at that.

This was proof of Shen Xinghui's love for him.

And proof of his own love in return.

"It's rare for it to turn this color."

"Is it defective?" Shen Xinghui asked, looking slightly anxious.

He shook his head.

"The deeper the color, the stronger the love and the bond. The richer the red, the stronger the child that will be conceived."