Tension bled out of Lu Yizhou's shoulders, one he didn't even know he had. He shut his eyes in relief and bent down, catching Heimo's lips with affection so vivid and intense that it made the man cry even more.
Heimo would carry this bittersweet taste with him and engraved it to his flesh and bones, he would burn it to his blood so he could keep living just with the memory that he was loved, that someone was willing to forsake everything just for his sake. Lu Yizhou bit down on the man's bottom lip before pulling away. Heimo whined and chased after his mouth but the man simply pecked him on the corner of his lips, his cheeks, nose, eyelids, every single part he could find on Heimo's face. He was kissing the sadness and tears away. This wouldn't be a farewell, he conveyed through the kisses. This was a promise.
