Departure
"You aren't leaving me behind, XueYa!" LiangLin called as he walked down the harbour. The salty breeze from the sea rustled his free-flowing hair, lifting the hems of his fluttering robes he had flimsily tied together in a hurry - he had woken up to an empty bed, again.
He wouldn't let XueYa leave him like this, not again.
His blood pounded in his veins as he hurried towards the ship that was getting ready to set sail and abandon him on this rotten island.
The city of lust was up and running once more, and from the looks of it, no one could tell that a storm had washed over the island the night before.
XueYa's crew were loading the last of equipment and rations on the ship under XueYa's guidance. When LiangLin reached his side, XueYa smiled at his lover, but the smile didn't reach his eye.