As night arrived, Liu Rushuang stood over the balcony. Looking at the waning moon, murmuring softly, "What are you doing right now, Ze? Do you miss me? Just like how I miss you…"
***
At the Dark Moon Palace of the Beiming imperial residence, Han Moze was sitting in the hot spring again, with everything around him freezing up.
He was resting his eyes, and there was no telling if he was asleep or awake.
After a while, he whispered, "Shuang'er, when are you coming back? I need you to melt me, because my heart only turns into frost without you. It doesn't beat, and I'm no different from ice."
As the temperature in the chamber plummeted again, the sounds of teeth chattering could be heard—the two eunuchs on duty outside were shaking in the cold.
