They settled into the soft comfortable mattress and Xiran pulled her close and they snuggled against each other before drifting off to sleep.
The darkness on Tromalius only lasted five hours, their sun rose earlier while both of them were still sleeping. A single ray of light filtered through the crevice in the curtain and fell on Aselia, making her stir.
Xiran's hold on her tightened even in his sleepy state, thinking she was leaving the bed. Her exquisite eyes fluttered open and his serene face was the first thing she saw. Her hand gently cradled his face.
A satisfied smile blessed her lips and the thought of spending the rest of her life and waking up to this sight eased into her heart. It fluttered and blossomed like a morning flower.
But then the notion of her getting old and all wrinkled up while he stayed the way he was hijacked her brain and that smile disappeared. She was going to die one day while he had been blessed with this eternal life.
