SomewherePerhaps

“He murmured, “Three thousand, seven hundred and ninety-nine.” He had counted as he walked. That was the number of steps up to the main gate, the number of steps that Chu Wanning had climbed that day, carrying him on his back. He was certain that for as long as he lived, he would never forget Chu Wanning’s hands, cold as ice, chafed raw and bloody.”
― Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (Novel) Vol. 4

“Yan Wushi thought that he could look at Shen Qiao’s earnest expression hundreds of times without growing bored. In the past, he’d wanted this man to fall into the pitch-black abyss, to hate and curse the world, but he now adored his warm and gentle heart with that same fervency.”
― Meng Xi Shi, Thousand Autumns: Qian Qiu (Novel) Vol. 4

“Yan Wushi grabbed his hand and brought it to his own heart. He said softly, “If you don’t believe me, you can dig it out and see for yourself, then you’ll know. From today onward, this is all yours.”
― Meng Xi Shi, Thousand Autumns: Qian Qiu (Novel) Vol. 4

“Then how,” Dex said, “how does the idea of maybe being meaningless sit well with you?” Mosscap considered. “Because I know that no matter what, I’m wonderful,”
― Becky Chambers, A Psalm for the Wild-Built