"General, welcome back!"
San Na smiled as she walked close to Mo Ying, his eyes moving from hers to the small boy in her arms.
"What's his name?" he asked slowly as she smiled, facing the boy.
"Mo Shang, his name is Mo Shang!" she repeated.
"Mo Shang…" Mo Ying repeated under his breath, his gaze fixed on the small boy in her arms.
The child blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, his tiny hands clutching the silk fabric of San Na's sleeve. For a long moment, Mo Ying didn't move; he simply stared, his expression unreadable.
San Na smiled softly, shifting the boy a little closer. "He has your eyes, General," she said, her voice light, almost proud.
Mo Ying's fingers twitched at his side before he finally reached out, his calloused hand brushing the boy's hair. "He's grown well," he murmured.
Mo Shang giggled, reaching toward the badge on his father's chest. The small sound broke through the heavy air, and for the first time since his return, Mo Ying's lips curved faintly.
