Black hair cascading down milky white skin.
His jaw dropped and he reached out with his heart beating out of his chest. Fingers touched warm skin and he gasped with wide eyes. Fingers trembling, he moved closer. He leaned over and peered at the face. He inhaled sharply and placed his trembling hand against the man's face.
Eyes of silver opened.
The body turned around and he stared unblinkingly, afraid he was disappeared.
"Ah Yue."
"Ah Li…"
"What is wrong, my wife?"
He felt a warm hand cupped his face and he shivered. Taking deep breaths, he swallowed down the lump in his throat. Searching his lover's face, his husband looked exactly as he did so many years ago.
"Where are we?"
"In my bed," the man smirked and he flushed.
"I mean… are we at the palace?"
"Yes."
"How did I get here?"
Wang Li sat up to face him better and Ying Yue saw worry in those silver eyes.
"What is wrong? What troubles you?"
