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He came wrapped in silk and resentment, traded like a jewel between hands that had never asked what he wanted. The Hua clan received him at dusk and Hua Yong received him like he had been waiting.
Sheng Shaoyou had prepared for coldness. For indifference. For the particular cruelty of being seen as useful but not seen at all. He had not prepared for this for eyes that followed him across every room, for a hand at his back that asked nothing and claimed everything, for a man who growled at lords twice his age simply for looking too long.
He told himself it meant nothing. That possession was not the same as care. That a contract written in ink could not become something written in bone.
His scent disagreed.
Somewhere between the silence of a shared terrace and the dark of a night he hadn't meant to surrender, the walls he'd spent a lifetime building began to not crumble. like stone that has learned, slowly, to lean.
He had come here as a transaction. He was no longer sure what he was becoming.
And Hua Yong patient, immovable, terrifyingly gentle seemed content to wait until he figured it out.