Having spent most of his life in the military, Shiao Yi had a deep admiration for the ideal image of a superior officer.
So, It seemed he projected that image onto Dominic.
It was flattering, yes—but Dominic didn't want to be seen as an officer.
He only wanted to be seen as Shiao Yi's lover.
He picked up a small portable wine cask and sat beside Shiao Yi.
Pouring some into a brass cup, he offered it to him.
Shiao Yi refused with a small shake of his head.
Dominic didn't press him; he knew it wasn't out of politeness, so he simply drank it himself.
Shiao Yi lay on his back whilegazing quietly at the night sky.
The air was clear, and countless stars glittered above.
With Shiao Yi by his side, the stars seemed to shine even brighter.
Dominic savored the moment—the warmth of Shiao Yi next to him, the faint scent of tea and firewood, the stillness of the wild.
The taste of wine blended with the warmth in his chest, making him feel content.
