[ It's different, compared to the Jin Ling of his own world - but not so different that the affection is changed, transformed into something new. It's still his a-Ling, his nephew, a child he raised shared with a man he's come to hate, and there's no part of Jiang Cheng that wants anything different, anything more than this. All he wants is to take care of what family he has left.

Shaking his head, he tries to relax, tries to settle his own warring emotions, to calm himself. A-Ling doesn't need a messy, angry uncle right now. He needs the supportive, paternal one. ]

I don't like it either. Other people are getting used to it, but it's too different. I miss home.

[ He doesn't think that's too much of an admission for him, and he sighs as he looks over at Jin Ling. ]

I'm not the uncle you know. I wouldn't be offended if you felt differently.