He opened his green eyes to see the females at the table with him and Shen who was staring at a paper confused.
"Shen," he heard himself laugh, "what did my husband write to you?"
"He wants me to…" the white-haired boy glanced at the brunette beside him, "… hold him."
"…"
"…"
"Let, let me see," he set his tea down reaching for the note. Eyes reading the note, he laughed softly as his eyes softened, "He must really love you."
"I am certain he wrote the wrong name," Shen, eyes of brown, not purple like he remembered them to be, shook his head.
"When he returns, you can hug him and see," he waved the note, "if this was for me or you."
"Aw, Ah Shen," Hien looked at the white-haired boy with hands clasped before her chest, "it had been a long time since you received a hug from him, right?"
