Tiantian looked at him. "Softer? It's hard to imagine brother Xian being soft."
"Why? He's soft to us, that's why we can leave our lives freely." Moying said simply. "But I get what you mean, he's very different with his partner. He smiles more, I didn't think there'll be a day where I'll see him smile at someone so softly. It's different from the smile we see as his family, he smiles like he's in love but I doubt he'd admit it."
Tiantian was quiet for a moment. Wen Haoran appeared in the kitchen doorway, drying his hands, clearly having been listening.
He looked at Tiantian and she looked back at him with the quiet satisfied look of two people who had been hoping for exactly this for a long time.
"Good," Tiantian said. "That's all I needed to hear."
Yaoyao looked up from where she had been quietly going through Moying's bag. "Is Uncle Xian's husband going to bring me something from America?"
"Yaoyao.." Tiantian said.
"What?" Yaoyao said. "America has good things."
