"I belong to you." he murmurs - it's a fact; like the trees turning green in spring or snow falling in the winter, "I am not your prisoner."

Lan Zhan stiffens himself, immovable. However when Wei Ying moves away, he suddenly feels cold. A shiver runs through him and he sweeps the leash out of the way with one hand, striding to follow him. He is like a shadow on the demon lord's heels - or like a bothersome speck of light that cannot be shaken or lost.

"What is this...?"