<blockquote>"My king!"
Mobei-jun closes his eyes, trying to shut out the memories.
"My king, over here!"
There's a tug on his cloak. Mobei-jun glances over his shoulder and sees nothing.
He looks down and—
A tiny child stands waist deep in the snow. It looks up at Mobei-jun with huge, liquid eyes. That expression of absolute patheticness...Mobei-jun knows it well.
"My king!" Shang Qinghua wails. He's clutching at Mobei-jun's cloak for warmth. There's a tiny green sprout growing from his head. "I survived!"</blockquote>
➤ originally the planthua threadfic
