"Ye WeiRu, how many times do you think we can still sit down like this and have tea?"
The last rays of sunlight were waning from the surface of the earth, setting the lake glimmering like fiery gems. The light reflected against the white pillars of the pavilion, floating on the still water, painting it in streaks of gold.
"One is too many." Ye WeiRu said, his tone melancholy as they waited for the lake serpent to surface and form a bridge for them to walk over.
"I am serious, WeiRu." Fan ZhiHao shook his head in disdain. "You always make everything so, so..."
"Morbid?"
"You read me like an open book."
"I guess I do." Ye WeiRu's lifeless eyes peered at Fan ZhiHao. "I will come to miss these fleeting moments."
Fan ZhiHao clapped his meaty hand over Ye WeiRu's slim frame, nearly breaking some bones with his force. "Where we are going, my friend, there is nothing to miss. There is only emptiness as we cease to exist."
