maybe i need you (слэш)

"Gege?" Like Xie Lian had wished him present, Hua Cheng's voice cuts through the frost of his thoughts. Candles sputter to life near him, Hua Cheng's spiritual energy sharp.
"San Lang," he says, voice no more than a breath. It's like melting and forming again, the feeling that sweeps over him, like fresh dew after the last snow, the first flush of dawn. He smiles up, and it feels like the first real thing all day.