You're the canvas of my heart

"I'm home," he says quietly.

Home is a stark difference from outside, warmer and there are no harsh winds to cut into his skin, no ice to pierce into his venules.

"Rough day?" Chen yuzhi says as he gets up from the couch, setting his book to the side. Jiang yuelou shrugs, more snow falling upon their floors. He wonders if his frustrations were really that apparent or whether it was just that he's always an open book to Chen yuzhi. He looks up at the young doctor as the other walks closer, arms opening for an embrace that Jiang yuelou willingly walks into.

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