"Been a long time," Ying Yue smiled lightly, "Since I've seen snow."
He returned the smile, but he winced and covered his left eye. He heard footsteps nearing him and he found his face softening. His wife had concern in his eyes as he reached for him, to comfort him like all those times in the past.
His brothers stopped his wife, pulled him back from touching him.
'Ah Yue, we truly are connected.' Closing his eyes, he turned and walked toward the center of the courtyard.
"Ah Li," the blonde called out, "I…" hesitation, "… You, are you alright?"
"No," he whispered, "We should've had more time."
"We still can, Ah Li."
"No," Wang Li looked up at the snow, landing on his face, "You know now. You remember."
"Not everything, not enough for me to leave again. I won't leave you again," Ying Yue closed his eyes as tears built up.
"You were never a good liar," the Ghost King said softly, "You know enough."
