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Just like this, Wen Shi thinks.
What a wonder it would be if everything could just stay still like this.
Hazy from sleep, his fingers slowly reach out—searching for Xie Wen’s warmth, for love he doesn’t have to think about—doesn’t need to question that it’s waiting there for him, puppet strings a tangled mess of emotions trying to convey the longing that is no longer needed.
Not when everything is already within reach.
But just like this, he thinks. A little longer by Xie Wen’s side, half stuck in memories of time and life constantly passing by—twelve lonely cycles of reincarnation, a visitor in the mortal world.
But he’s home in Mount Songyun now. His love keeps him grounded. All the worldly bonds once forcibly entrenched in his skin have been replaced by the tie he chooses—a red string of fate to Xie Wen, who wants him more than eternity.
“Wen Shi?” Xie Wen’s voice, low and caressing, sneaks into his ears.
“Mm,” Wen Shi tucks his head in Xie Wen’s lap. “A little longer like this.”
Beyond his closed eyes, the sun is rising—the world goes on for another day, Da Zhao and Xiao Zhao’s muffled laughter coming from outside, Lao Mao’s wings fluttering as he circles the complex—
Time is within their reach.