[ His frown deepens, and he withdraws so that he may hold Wei Ying's face in both hands, his touch gentle as he brushes the pads of his thumbs over his cheeks. It is an intimate touch, but one that serves the purpose of ensuring that Wei Ying will have to look at his honest face as he speaks. ]

I do not know where you got such ideas about yourself, or me.

[ He swallows, tongue heavy in his mouth. He has never been good with speaking, talking more like the character from historical literature than a real human being. But that doesn't mean he isn't good with words, just that he sometimes needs a little time to translate his thoughts into concise sentences. ]

You are friendly. Funny. Kind to a fault with others. Talented. Creative. Your family loves you and each other. [ Pausing, he fights the urge to look away even as his ears burn with a blush from his yet unspoken words. ] You are beautiful, and I'm not the only one who thinks so.