Muchen knelt shakily near the shattered window, the dizzying height behind him forgotten as he clung to Yunfeng with everything he had. his whole body trembled violently but the pain in his stomach reduced instantly. the familiar scent of oranges enveloped him completely. making his heart heart ease up.
Their bodies pressed close, hearts pounding violently against each other, desperate to prove that this—this moment—was real.
Yunfeng's body was still unnaturally warm, faint tendrils of blue heat rising from his skin like mist. It didn't burn Muchen, but the intensity of it made his chest ache in ways he couldn't explain.
Gently, Muchen tilted his head up, his trembling hands cupping Yunfeng's face. His fingers brushed through the strands of hair that had turned a startling, beautiful white, ghostly against the dark night.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
