The faint moonlight illuminated the familiar features of the man standing beside Ling Chuxi's bed in a pearly radiance. The man's silvery hair gleamed in the light, making it appear all the more enchanting. His violet eyes twinkled like a deep and starry sky, just a glance would leave one unable to forget the sight of them. A charming smile hung gently upon the man's peerless face. He bent and leaned his head forward ever so slightly to plant a soft kiss upon Ling Chuxi's forehead just as she had done to Little White earlier.
Just as he did so, time seemed to have frozen. It was as though everything would remain as it was forever.
"Why, Little White?" whined Ling Chuxi as she rolled over to where Little White was supposed to be lying. The man hovered over Ling Chuxi, uncertain and a little stunned. After a beat, he realized with relief that she was merely talking in her sleep and proceeded to gather his wits about him.
