In that moment as he watches Wei Ying transformed before his very eyes, he begins to trembled with emotion. From the hairstyle, the eyes, the way he originally looks since his youth, the smile. He gazes at him longingly, completely entranced.

"...Wei Ying is always Wei Ying. But this is how I remembered you, yes." Reaching out to cup his face, carressing the side of his profile with the back of his hand, not wanting to pull away.

"..." Without saying another word, although his expression said nothing, tears form at his eyes, dripping down, and he catches his tears as he felt his own brokenness from the years he was gone. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask this of you."