Word Count: 100
Wufei keeps a lock of Meiran’s hair. She’d smirked, and then laughed at him the day he’d asked for it, but took the scissors anyway and cut it herself.
It’s split into 3 thin tails. Each one is in a pale blue silk purse and then sewn inside the waistband of his white pants.
Sometimes, while practicing his katas, or even in the middle of a battle, he accidentally touches the small bulge there, and his heart will clench, or skip a beat.
It’s probably not a good idea, but he’s content to still have part of her with him.