The fire in your eyes. Part three.

Waking up in sweat, Longwei looked around in fear.

Lei was awake. Reading the book of his grandfather, propping his face with his hand, he looked like a beautiful statue that froze, keeping the wisdom of the ages.

For the first time being able to take his time to see him like that, Longwei's eyes wandered over his long hair that was gathered back, over his broad shoulders that were dressed in a thin shirt without one sleeve, along the lines of his strong body, along the curve of his legs. On the fingers that seemed to belong not to a warrior but to a great pianist.

Having carefully studied him from the side, Longwei for the first time was able to see something beautiful besides nature. And that was Lei.

Noticing his gaze on himself, Lei closed the book and turned his head. There was surprise and even joy on his face.

"How do you feel?"

"Good."

"Can you get up?"

"I think yes."