Chapter 8: Frozen 1

" He's awake"

Everything was strange, his state of mind was a wreck. Everything was white and blue, cold and cool, foggy and clear.

" Help him up"

Through his blurry vision, he saw blue and white coming towards him, who's laying helplessly on what to be a bed.

The bed feels hard but soft , warm but cool. The scent of the bed feels melancholic and cold. It's weird.

Before he knew it, he felt something cold on his shoulders. The grips were strong and gentle.

His already stiff body responded to the gentle pull of those strong hands on his shoulders. His slithered body was straightened up in order for him to sit properly on the bed.

Little by little, the fog gave way for him making everything clearer than before.

glittery fences with ancients surrounded him, a silk curtain veiled the entrance of the fences. Outside, he saw blurry blue and white figures standing side-by-side at a corner of the fence.

" Lian-gongzi"

A smooth voice called out to him with hidden worry.

Lian an sat like a statue. His limbs are numbs, his eyes halfway dead, his ears pricking in mild pain from the sharp cold that almost froze him to death, his lips hard and rough, his vocal cords stiff.

But somehow he felt warm and dry among the the deathly cold.

" Lian-gongzi" The same voice called again but sounded so close.

A pair of white hands lifted up the silky curtain to the side. The owner of those pure white hands poked in his head in.

A white face with blue eyes, glittery pearls decorated his silver long hair which stood out elegantly.

The lips! Those pair of lips are pure the work of art.

Red as the dusk.

' Who can be so handsome?'

" Lian-gongzi are you well?" Those pair of blue eyes stared at him in concern

Lian an couldn't help but to stare in admiration at the live painting.

" Lian-gongzi, I brought you porridge made from lotus flower petals. Will you like to... eat?" The painting entered fully holding a blue box with it. He carefully sat at the the bed with so much elegance. Not so near and not so far from him.

' I've seen a real angel. maybe I'm dead and already in heaven'

Lian an couldn't tear off his eyes from the rare painting.

The angelic painting wore a white sleeves, the collars was blue and gold, a blue sixteen winged butterfly embroidered on the sleeves, a silver endless knot hunged to his waist.

" Lian-gongzi?" He waved his hands in front of him.

' Eh!' Lian an blinked his eyes several times. ' Wait a minute. I thought...' He blinked his eyes again and tried to nod his head. ' A miracle'

Suddenly, he felt an heavy lump in his chest. Chest heavy, breathing pressurized. His mouth tastes metallic and cold. ' Not a miracle' Like the lump was forcing its way out his body, he let out a bloody cough. It was rasp and dry containing metallic red coming from his mouth as he coughs beating his chest in pain.

The angelic painting stretched out his white hands and laid it on Lian an chest, though, his eyes were filled with worry.

Lian an felt a liquid fluid from where the painting's hand lays, spreading all over his body. The already clogged blood flowed out of his mouth as river from the yellow fountain.

" Lian-gongzi are you well?" the angelic painting cocked his head towards him in concern. He brought out a white clean handkerchief from his sleeve and used it to clean the blood on his face. The normally white clean handkerchief turned black and white from the blood.

The angelic painting stared at the soiled handkerchief with hidden emotions before putting it away back inside his sleeves.

" Y-yes"it sounded hoarse and dry because It was quite a difficult task for his lips to move and a sound to be produced from his cord. It brought him nothing but piercing pain from his cords.

A blue box resting on the painting's legs caught Lian an eyes. ' This....oh!'

He raised his shaky fingers and pointed to the box Before it drooped back to the bed.

The painting's eyes widened and looked at the pointed object" ....Will you eat?"

" Y-yes"

For now, he might not be able to speak longer words or sentences apart from a few words and 'yes' is part of it.

" Great" Those pair of blue eyes brightened in joy as a large smile appeared on his red lips.

He opened the lid of the box and brought out a white porcelain bowl decorated with blue three tailed carps swimming in the floating clouds. There was a cold sumptuous aroma emitting from the porcelain bowl.

Lian an stomach grumbled endlessly at the aroma maybe, passing a signal to Lian an and the angelic painting.

The angelic painting gave out a little chuckle " Sure, you're hungry" a sly smirk appeared on his red lips.

Lian an felt heat rushing to his face before becoming chilly. His eyes looked everywhere but, the smirking painting.

He cleared his throat before speaking " Y-yes"

" Ok" The angelic painting brought out a white small porcelain bowl from the box and poured some into it " I brought sugar, will you have some?"

' Sugar?'

" Y-yes"

" Great" The painting brought out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeves and sprinkled the content inside whatever is inside the bowl " Here" he stretched out the bowl towards the man whose eyes never left him.

' Can I...' He stared at the content inside the bowl. Liquid and white. Packs of blue was floating on top. It looked and smelled delicious.

" Or should I feed you?"

" Y-yes"

" Great" The painting took out a white porcelain spoon from the box, dipping inside the bowl and brought it close to his mouth.

Lian an forcefully opened his mouth and took the first bite. He groaned in first bite.

" Is it good?"

' Sweet and sour. delicious'

" Y-yes"

The angelic painting didn't say anything but, bowed his head ' not properly hiding' the rosey shades on his white cheeks " Ok" He went on feeding him.

There was a small sound of someone clearing their throat outside the fences.

" Oh" The painting swirled his head towards the sound stopping what he was doing. He got up from the bed and kowtowed before attending to the man on the bed.

A pair of white hands lifted up the silky curtain " Shidi welcome back home"

A man in his whatever years old with a cold look, grey elegant beard, a white ribbon tied around his grey hair, on his face was no winkles, as white as snow, as clear as the sea, foggy blue eyes, dressed in heavenly white sleeves, collars golden blue with the moon with different shades of blue embroidered on the sleeves . He is very handsome for men his age.

' Is he the yellow emperor?'

" How have you been" His voice deep and reliable.