Taken For Granted

Shen Nianzu was aware that he was not an emotional person. Instead, he was more aloof, detached even, and very little things could evoke deep feelings from him. But now, he couldn't seem to hold back his tears once he caught sight of Jin Jiuchi. 

A pang of ache pierced into his heart, so sharp and intense that the throbbing pain on his lower abdomen dulled for a moment. Every single emotion he experienced, every little shift and change, everything was magnified indefinitely with the impurities as the explosive catalyst. 

His vision blurred, and his throat constricted so badly as if someone had dug their claws into the hollow of his neck. Grievance, sorrow, relief and joy swirled in his heart, each was more overwhelming than the other. He had no idea when it started, but he seemed to hold this blind faith in Jin Jiuchi. Only him, and no one else.

If… if it was him, he should be able to recognize Shen Nianzu right?