Though her essence was now subdued by her human form, he still knew it was her.
The Goddess's vibrant celestial soul could not be so easily diminished. And the Sky God knew her scent better than he knew the back of his own hands.
He yearned to breathe in her fragrance once more. Even if in small dosages…
Standing on the other side of the garden wall, Moon stayed hidden in the shadows. Sky could hear her heart beating from where he stood. The frantic rhythm told him that she knew he was there.
Though she did not initiate contact, the simple fact that Empress Chang'er did not run away, was a good sign.
Heck, it was more than anything Sky could've hoped for!
Considering the memory of hatred reflected upon her eyes from the very last time he'd seen her– He will accept whatever measure of interaction she would allow him to have.
Anything on her terms.
