Mo Aini was awakened from the strange dream, surprised to find someone holding his hand.
"Tiger?" He unconsciously called out.
He then got weirded out by himself for saying that. He didn't just say it as some sort of sweet moniker. When he said it.....
It really does mean tiger, and animal, though not a pure one. But a real tiger nonetheless.
"Yes, it's me, Da Ge." The person holding his hand smiled. "Your tiger.... Your husband."
"Husband..." Mo Aini blinked in surprise at Hu Dongtian.
But he can also feel it. The difference in him. He was Hu Dongtian the same, but it was undeniable that something in there was mix, like two colors bleeding in together.
Or perhaps in a decalcomania* art, when you open the paper, the pattern was replicated on the other side. Completing a pair of wings.
"A-Tian, do you remember....."
