Years. So many moons and time went by in this quiet world. Wang Li and Ying Yue followed what the Jade Emperor said. His husband would come visit him early in the morning as the sun was rising when the Festival arrived. Then, he would leave late in the night.
Yet, when Wang Li was away, Ying Yue went through different stages whenever his lover was no longer with him.
Some days, Ying Yue would stare at the moon and smiled, being reminded of his husband's eyes. Some days, he would cry himself to sleep due to loneliness without his lover. Some days, he would laugh and sigh listening to Wang Li retell stories-some fictitious- through the messenger butterfly.
Other times, he would play his guqin, play their songs as memories flowed through each pluck of the silken strings. Other times, he relived the paintings, the drawings from centuries before and even new ones that his husband had drawn.
"What are you looking at Grandmaster Yue?"
