The Wedding

"It's fine. After your wedding with His Majesty, you can leave the Palace and visit me if you feel bored. Or, I could go to the Palace to accompany you." Hexin could tell that Yaoyao was feeling a little insecure and consoled her some more.

"It's good to have you here, Xinxin." Yaoyao sighed gratefully. "It's a promise, then. You have to visit me often."

"Of course." Hexin nodded.

Long Yin leaned against the pillar under the corridor outside of the room as he listened to the gentle voices of the girls chatting inside. His eyes, deep and mysterious as the ocean, were looking far out into the skyline. He felt like he had been transported back two years ago, to that amorously confusing night.

Clatter. He heard the soft sound of the door being closed behind him. Long Yin snapped out of his thoughts but did not turn back to look. "Is Yaoyao asleep?"