A Blade and an Arrow

A Happy Ending(3)

"I can't just stand here knowing you two are doing horrible." Xie Lian frowns, eyes dancing with worry as he sips his tea.

Feng Xin sighed for the hundred time that day. Shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "It's not that big of a deal, your highness."

The man clad in white frowns even more before glancing at the Ghost King who immediately shot him a soft smile. "Gege, stop wasting your time with this waste of space that can't even man up." He says, casting the archer a pointed look to which in his surprise, the other just ignored.

"Man up?" Xie Lian questions in surprise. "You have someone?!"

Feng Xin purses his lips into a flat line. He shrugged mindlessly, picking up a cherry only to drop it when an image flashed before him in an instant. He doesn't even know why he's spending time with this two lovebirds. All he knows was that he was helping Xie Lian with something and then was now sitting in the Paradise Manor about to be sliced to death with E'ming if not for Xie Lian petting it.

A month.

A month after they had spoken to each other. And they'd done nothing but to pretend as though one ceases to exist. It was tremendously horrible for the both of them, for the both of their hearts to have to beat viciously when one was in the same room as the other only for both to writh in despair once they realise they can never be together.

In all honesty, it's been a year since thet started all this ignoring and avoiding each other and each day that passed is equivalent to stepping on another shard of their shattered hearts.

It was righteously horrendous.

"It's Mu Qing isn't?"

Feng Xin tensed, shifting his gaze away as he shrugs in response again. "You could've said Jian Lian?"

Xie Lian offers him another smile. "The Mid-Autumn Banquet and you two suddenly not arguing says as much." He says casually as the archer let out an audible sigh.

"It's complicated."

"I see that." He shrugs. "He even came here asking for help just after the banquet. I suppose it did not work out well?"

"It's my fault."

"Obviously." Hua Cheng sneers, not really pleased with him having to interrupt their "calligraphy lessons" with his husband.

Feng Xin just swat him off, uncrossing his arms in the process. "I don't know. I just don't see us to be fit together."

"Why?"

He chews on his lip, shrugging again. "You've seen us in one room, your highness. We're not compatible."

"Are you sure?" Xie Lian chirps, pouring another cup of tea. "I've seen you two in a battlefield as well. Fighting alongside each other so perfectly. You need not to speak in order to know what one aimed to do."

"That's different than this." Feng Xin bristles. He shook his head, feeling his loose hair slapping his shoulders in the process as he sighed. "That's - that's a battlefield, we're fighting a war of course we'll have to put aside our anger for that."

"Is love not a battle as well?" The other questions yet again. Then he looks at an extremely bored Hua Cheng. "He fought to be with me, died and lived, died again only to appear before me. Is love not a battle?"

Feng Xin tilts his head, lips tightly pressed into a flat line as the words came pondering in his head. Images of what had happened between them recently flashed in his eyes. The way Mu Qing had fought his own ego just to choke out the words that he wanted to try whatever relationship he could get from them, completely contrasting to how he'd rather keep it inside him. The way he even so much as try to converse with him knowing full well that he'd be ignored.