Shen Yu's touch softened, his fingers tracing the curve of Lixue's cheek with a feather-light grace as he pulled her closer into the warmth of the pillows. The morning sun bathed them in a soft glow, but his eyes were far away, lost in the corridors of the past.
"Lixue," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, hypnotic hum that seemed to vibrate against her skin.
"Close your eyes. Go back with me... do you remember the very first time we met?"
Lixue exhaled softly, her body relaxing into his. "Of course I remember. It was the day our fates were knotted together."
"It was late autumn," Shen Yu began as he remembered from the memories of the previous owner, his voice taking on the cadence of an ancient storyteller.
