Chapter 59: End?

The winds blew coldly past Xiao Yang's cheeks. Thousands of ice shards covered the ground, and hundreds of ice spike strike through the spiders' chests. His robe flutter with the wind hems freezing over. His cheeks were bluish even purple, breathing out cold smoke. He knelt in front of an ice pyramid, before touching them, shattering them into pieces. He looks at a man whose leashes has frozen over, lips pale, cheeks cold to the touch. He placed his hands on them, and fondly caressing his cheeks as if he was a long lost treasure.

Xiao Yang has waited for this time to happen, for him to be able to see his man again. Hold him. Love him. He wanted him back. But at the moment, his lips raised into a pained smile. Because right now, he can't have him, he wasn't his.