All the words that Wang Li had said throughout the many years were like a string of information, red flags, that should have told him what was to come. That this would be the end result, but Ying Yue refused to listen, refused to pay attention, because Wang Li… his husband was strong, powerful, and perfect.
And yet…
"I am happy to be with you once more, my love."
Ying Yue cried harder as snow piled around them. Cold hand moved to place the hilt of his weapon back into his hand. He shook his head wishing this was a nightmare, one he would wake up to soon, but his husband's hand wrapped over his.
"I will join you, Ah Li! I will."
"No, my love. You will live for us, for the good of this world."
