"Where is it?"
Ningyan's voice carried a sharp edge of frustration as he pulled open a drawer. Empty. Again.
He checked it twice, as if what he was searching for might appear out of sheer stubbornness.
Nothing.
He moved quickly across the chamber, scanning every surface. Shelves. Table. Corners. Even the floor beneath the furniture wasn't spared. By the time he dropped to his knees beside the bed and tried to lift it, his patience had already worn thin.
A quiet sound came from the doorway. "A-Yan?"
Ningyan froze. He turned and the moment his eyes landed on Lan Meishan, the frustration on his face cracked instantly.
His hair was disheveled, strands falling loose from all the times he had run his fingers through it, but his violet eyes lit up so brightly it softened everything.
"Where have you been?" he asked, already moving.
He reached Meishan in seconds, grabbing his arm and pulling him fully into the room as if afraid he might disappear again.
