And like an idiot, Cheng sat there, staring at his found nephew. So he knew his family loved him -- it was a given, they were family. And he knew Wen Qing did and insisted so many others did so as well. But to see Jingyi here, admitting it? It made the lump in his throat thicken. Even if he had no sect here, there were still people here he needed to continue to live for.

Cheng had to look at his hands for a few moments so he could somehow get his emotions under control. "You're important to me, too," he responds back, his voice thick and gruff.