Meng Yao's body is warm but embrace still feels cold. Or maybe it's just Huaisang himself that's frozen solid. Perhaps he'll begin to melt over time. The hand slowly sliding up his back helps.

"I want to believe you," he murmurs sorrowfully. "I don't know if I can anymore. I haven't believed in anyone in ten years, A-Yao, aside from one man and he thinks I did something terrible to your mother. I didn't though. I put her somewhere safe. When we make it home, I'll take you to her."

Wei Wuxian's accusation of desecrating Meng Shi had stung terribly but it's past and he's not here so he focuses on Meng Yao now. He stares into his eyes a long moment before leaning forward to kiss him again when there's a sudden knock on the floor.

Looks like dinner has arrived.