The tears spilling out on their own were in the way.
He hated how his throat tightened with sobs.
He wanted to go back, now, right now.
He wanted to cling to that warmth and hear the voice that called his name.
However, this body that could not move, that could only tremble, felt hateful enough to despise.
If he hurt himself, even a little, would the shock let him move?
Before he could act on that sudden idea, he felt heat at the base of his right leg.
Almost at the same time, he sensed that familiar magic power stirring nearby, and his arm moved on its own.
"Li Shen!! Why are you in the Imperial Dragon's territory!?"
Appearing as if light itself had scattered, there stood a person with short, neatly cut golden hair in disarray.
He wore a black gown thrown over their nightclothes with only one arm through the sleeve.
His face was twisted with urgency and fear.
His one and only.
The special and precious person he loved.
