The smile on his lips is soft. If colors were normal he would probably have a small touch of it to his ears. He has been praised by many in his lifetime but compliments from Wei Ying hit much deeper and are far more treasured.

"I'd give Wei Ying that heart if you would have it."

A soft confession with eyes still down turned. He would give Wei Ying anything. The man only ask it of him. He held onto regrets for sixteen years. Regrets of things not said or done and even more regrets for things he did do. He shouldn't hold back any more then he already has.