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So Yukong has a childhood friend who she calls her beloved, had to see her get married to someone else, have a kid with them, and then Caiyi dies and now Yukong raises Caiyi's kid...
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âYour mother loved mung bean soda, you seeâŚâ
Qingni asks about Caiyi, and Yukong grants her the scattered pieces of a memory.
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âTell me about Caiyiâabout mom.â
It had become habitual, Qingniâs nightly prompt. Her words were goading, her eyes alight with a wealth of questions, and Yukong had not the fortitude to deny her.
âThere was the time we overturned old Yao Fenâs jiaozi cartââ
âI know that one already.â Qingni leaned forward in her chair, fingers curling into the table cloth with youthful urgency. Her porcelain dinner plate displaced noisily with her jostling, ears flicking when she pried further, âTell me about your skyfaring days.â
The words rang through the room like a temple bell; Yukong glanced down at her own plate, the leavings of rice and steamed fish losing their appeal now that her stomach churned. It was that old, mangled feeling, the dogged urge to turn tail, press a hand to her bruised heart and split the skies with her anguish.
Not even in her dreams did the stars shout back, apologize, but Qingni faced her nowâeager, and present. Yukong swallowed the bitter tang of it, chasing down the pulp with a sip of wine, and dabbed at her lips.
âHave I told you about the time Caiyi and I snuck into the westside hangar?â
Qingni shook her head, eyes wide, already entrancedâthey shimmered emerald like the nexus of Yukongâs favorite constellation, one much too far, though never fading. âIt was your motherâs idea to sneak past the patrolling Cloud Knights and commandeer the Helm Masterâs own starskiff.â
Yukong had been terrified then. They were still ground crew, but she was smitten with the night sky, longing to glide through the cosmos, weightless. Caiyi had wanted to prove herself, keen to show off her early mastery. Precocious and steadfast and charming she always wasâone tilt of her head, and Yukong was trailing close behind. The way her face lit up, too, illuminated spectral by the dashboard light, was a summon of its own.
âThe Helm Masterâs starskiff?â Qingni cocked her head with intrigue. âThat sounds⌠exciting.â
Yukong narrowed her eyes, rolling the stem of her wine glass between her fingertips. âThis is a precautionary tale, mind you.â
Precautionary, and yet Yukong had been winded with the thrill of it all, clinging tightly to Caiyiâs beige jumper as she led them through each memorized drill. The busy skyway below glittered, a bokeh mosaic of flashing lightsâthe cockpit had been silent, Caiyiâs nose scrunched in concentration, and Yukong thought, for perhaps the hundredth time, that she ought to kiss her.
Kaleidoscopic, the roving world beyond set her silhouette ablaze, and Yukongâs amusement had melted to that of thrashing hunger.
âDid you get caught?â
The apt line of questioning left Yukong humored; she laughed softly, hoping to mask the unearthed tremble in her voice. âWe nearly made it out unscathed, but we fumbled somewhere near the wrought iron gates.â
It had been a quarter past midnight when they returnedâCaiyiâs grin toothy, her grip strong. She wrapped her fingers around Yukongâs wrist and dragged her along; their hushed, giddy laughter filled the spaces between her ribs, leaving her lightheaded, agog. It was somewhere near the wrought iron gates that Yukong found her gall.
The floodlights of the runway had reflected off the silken sheen of Caiyiâs hair when Yukong stopped her short, tugging her backwards until they were flush, until she could taste her laughter on the tip of her tongue.
Caiyiâs silt-dusted boots squeaked loudly on the tarmac when Yukong kissed her, right beside the wrought iron gates. She held moonlight in her hands for the very first time, right beside the wrought iron gatesâŚ
âMom?â Qingni questioned her silence with a note of concern, frowning deep enough for Yukong to clear her throat sharply. âWhat happened after you left the starskiff?â
She couldnât set herself to rights if she tried, not when the time-warped memories still singed with the same scarring heat. These were the details she could not bear to disclose. The look of confusion when Yukong had pulled backâor had it been awe? Caiyiâs wide-eyed stare and her halted questionâthe guardsmen had come, charging the place like they were errant fugitives.
The somber walk back to headquarters, her shifting glances, her ruddy cheeks. When all was said and done, they were lucky to still be employed; Caiyiâs skill had been praised despite the circumstances, but all Yukong could spare her mind to was how she was to grovel for breaking their promise of friendship.
Rejection would have looked glorious on Caiyiâs face too, Yukong had been most certain.
âWell⌠we got off with no more than a write up and a stern talking to, and Caiyi offered to buy me a drink for the trouble.â
They had marched in silence back to the dormitories, pausing by the flickering vending machine near the showers. Caiyi looked uncertain, shy of all things, but she hadnât said a word, merely reaching out to offer Yukong a sip of her drink.
Hopeful might have been the wordâhopeful was the flash in her eyesâbut Yukong had been a coward then, tossing back a hearty gulp of earthy seltzer and wincing it down with her swelled longing. Petulant fear held her tongue; their time seemed bountiful, and such a false sense of laxity bolstered her abeyance.
Yukong never did get the words unstuck from the back of her teeth, and Guangyuan joined their ranks the following week.
âYour mother loved mung bean soda, you see⌠I never had the heart to tell her it wasnât quite to my taste.â
Qingni pushed away from the table, looking affronted. âItâs been ages since then, right? You really ought to give it another try, mom.â
She was steadfast and determined, the round of her cheeks dimplingâa spitting image. Yukong raised her glass, snorting into the rim, chest restricting with advent. âPerhaps youâre right.â