The festival was tomorrow, and he was already sweating profusely. Helping to hang lanterns all around the village was a hard task. He was on the roof attaching a long red banner, signifying the mid-autumn festival. Smiling to himself, he felt a sense of familiarity with his past life. When he was Bai Lan, this festival was his favorite. The colors, the lights, the feeling of togetherness was something he envied and wanted. There had always been something… strong in his heart every year during the festival.
He would hike up the hill nearby and stare out to the village, watching the lights and celebration. He would always find himself smiling and looking at the moon. It was strange, but he felt the safest and the most peace in his boring life.
But now…
He finished the tie and looked over to the other roof where Wang Li was.
Now he had a home, people who loves him… he had Ah Li, his husband.
