'So this was about them… this was a journal, her journal,' his green eyes blinked as he stared at those words he had just read aloud.
"You must still love your wife," he said quietly as he closed the book, feeling dirty for reading the heart of the king's first wife.
"I do," there were no hesitation to the admittance which broke Ying Yue's heart even more.
'Why does it hurt?' He could feel the tickling of his nose, 'Why do I care? Why can't he love me?'
His entire body froze as his mind went over those last words: 'Why can't he love me?'
'Why can't he love me?'
'Why can't he love me?'
'Why can't he love me?'
'I love him.'
'I love him.'
'I love him.'
Ying Yue felt fingers under his chin, and he turned to the man that somehow stolen his heart. A heart that never loved anyone this way but his dream man; a person that avoided touches; a soul that was destined for loneliness. He felt a cloth pressed against his cheeks, dabbing away his fallen tears.
