Sorrow Among the Clouds

Gazing at the flawless face before him, so familiar yet as if from another lifetime, she felt that all her past and present lives had been leading to this moment. He lovingly stroked Qiqi's snow-white hair, closed his eyes tenderly, and bent down to cover her cherry-red lips with his burning ones. The kiss seemed to last a century, but they had waited so long for it, as though lifetimes of longing had led to this moment of togetherness.

But her identity... it turned out she was...