"Some legacy," Mingyu replied bitterly, sounding hoarse. People didn't even realize he was gone, speculation of his absence tapering to disinterest. Fox had been a ghost long before he disappeared, and now...

"If anyone was meant for more, it was him, but I—" he choked out, then shook his head, clutching to Lee Chang painfully tight. "...this isn't about me, anyway. It's about you."