Mingye watches those eyes watch the dark energy, watches those eyes narrow, and even watches those fingers dip into the energy. That? It amused him, even if the day lacked a bit of amusement. Everything, at the moment, was a mess and he hated it. That question hurting more than he cared to admit.

"We're lovers. You have a piece of my soul, A-Yang."

He had no reason, after all, to lie to the other.