Love At First Death

„Feng Xin“, Mu Qing breaths out when Feng Xin finished applying the salve to his legs with furrowed brows, fully concentrated on his task.„Feng Xin“, he repeats with more strength in his voice. I want you. I need you. I…love you.Words have never been Mu Qing’s strong trait.He can‘t say all those things, even though his mind wants to scream them out in the open. But he can show him through action.In a slow motion, Mu Qing bends forward, bringing their faces closer together. Feng Xin’s frown deepens. „Mu Qing?“Hearing his own name spoken in this deep, raspy voice when he thought he would never hear it ever again- it overcomes him.He leans in, connecting their lips. He has waited so long for this. It needed a near death experience to give him the courage, but finally-when strong hands suddenly grab him by the shoulders, he realizes something is not right.The lips he kisses don’t respond to him.