He grabbed the wine off the table and sighed. Putting it away, he sat on his bed and stared out at the moon. Rubbing his wedding band, Ying Yue placed the butterfly away and reached for the smaller wooden box. He opened it and laid down as his lover's voice was not filled with defeat, sadness, and sorrow.
"I love you, Wang Li. I pray the Jade Emperor visits before it is too late."
Finishing his whisper, he closed his golden eyes, pushing his tears to slip down to wet the pillow cushioning him.
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