Truly, he had seen the tears coming. There was still a moment where he simply stared at him and marvelled at the power he wielded. Then he put his fan into his pocket so that he had a hand free, when he stepped close enough to draw Wen Chao's head forward so he could cry against his thigh. He ran his hand over the other's head, idly wondering just how much of what disgusting product he put into it every day. He hoped he'd have a chance to wash his hair soon.

"You did really well, xiao Chao," he assured him, "Gege is proud of you."