"Yes," he says again, much quieter and more solemn. Yes to committing themselves to each other here rather than continue to take advantage of the different customs of this place, yes to marrying back home no matter the difficulties, yes to whatever Wanyin is imagining about what their lives might be like that makes him say his name like that, with such emotion in his voice.

"I choose you." He presses a kiss to his forehead. "I will choose you when we have our ceremony here." Another kiss over each eye. "I will choose you again when we return home." One more kiss to his nose. "I will choose you when we are married there, in front of the whole cultivation world." A kiss to each of his cheeks.

"I will always choose you."

Finally, he kisses his lips again, long and lingering - he doesn't care if he has to repeat that every day, if it becomes as often said as I love you, he will make sure that Wanyin knows that he has chosen him.