His fingers danced through his hair. Leaning forward to place a soft kiss against it. This boy too was broken, much, in the same way, all of Jin Guangshan's bastards were broken. They were hungry for a father's love that would never come. In a world that would never accept them for the crime of being born. Who could begin to understand that feeling?
Jin Guangyao pressed against him, bringing the teen to his side and wrapping an arm around him. He felt that heat from him, those hungry looks and it was certainly not for the food he had. He wiped a bit at the teen's mouth with the corner of a handkerchief.
"A-Yu. You are worth more than anything they say to you. I see you working. I hope you know it no matter what anyone says."
They were two peonies marred by the soil they blossomed from. They could still grow beautifully. Guangyao was determined. And sometimes flowers needed soft words as well. They needed care. Was he horrible for wanting it?
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Jin Guangyao pressed against him, bringing the teen to his side and wrapping an arm around him. He felt that heat from him, those hungry looks and it was certainly not for the food he had. He wiped a bit at the teen's mouth with the corner of a handkerchief.
"A-Yu. You are worth more than anything they say to you. I see you working. I hope you know it no matter what anyone says."
They were two peonies marred by the soil they blossomed from. They could still grow beautifully. Guangyao was determined. And sometimes flowers needed soft words as well. They needed care. Was he horrible for wanting it?
Probably so.