"Send Fairy and I'll be screaming your name instead of singing it!"

Which it was his name, an a wonderful, poetic, upstanding one, a wish for him to be the man even better than his father had been, a man worthy of calling Jiang Yanli mother. Distant, those thoughts, the memory of a meal of soup meaning everything to him, family's warmth a moment stolen, Yanli resplendent in her wedding robes.

He holds those memories now, calling out to this version of her son, one likewise cursed to no beautiful story of happy family, and he chills inwardly, to know so often that unkindness, that unfairness, had been visited on those he loves.