For the next month, Wang Li had been there with him and it felt amazing. He was able to learn how to open his spiritual channels through the Ghost King's help. In return, he was helping his husband learn to read, as he currently was doing. Although he felt a certain way about reading the man's first wife's journal, it made the Ghost King happy. To be truthfully honest, the blonde found himself looking forward to the reading sessions. Wang Li would wrap his arms around him, held him from behind, and pressed his body close to his. It made him feel safe, like nothing could ever break them apart.
Not just the comfort of warmth brought him joy, but the writings of Wang Li's past lover. She sounded very kind and sweet, someone who truly loved the Ghost King. From the way the strokes were, light and airy, to the deep words spread across the page, it was beautiful. Ying Yue felt he could never write like this, a poetry of love bounded by their memories.
