Oh. My. Fate?! (BL, Volume 3, Part 1)

The familiar scent of tea leaves and the murmur of distant chatter reached Jing Yi as he stood before the teahouse. Five years. Five long years since he'd left this very spot, a young boy setting off to become a cultivator, leaving his mother behind in her grief. His heart hammered against his ribs, a mixture of yearning and shame.
He saw her then, carrying a tray, her movements graceful and familiar. A lump formed in his throat. "Mother..." The word escaped him, a fragile whisper that belied the storm raging within. He ran, throwing his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as sobs wracked his frame.
"I'm sorry! I... I should have come home sooner. I... I should have... should have at least sent a message!" he choked out, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. Madam Zhong, his mother, patted his head, her touch a comforting balm. But behind him, Qiu Ling, his 'senior martial brother,' stood silently, a knowing smile playing on his lips, observing the tender reunion with an almost proprietary gaze.
