Later that night, within the deepest part of the Eternal Celestial Haven, the moonlight bathed the chamber in a silver glow, its shimmer cascading down upon two bodies entwined like the stars and heavens destined to collide. Tianyang and Yuqing lay together on the silken bed, the world outside forgotten, their breaths synchronized, their bare skin kissed by the cold breeze sneaking through the crystalline windows.
Yuqing's long silver-grey hair spilled across the pillow like starlight. His own tresses, just as radiant, mingled with hers, indistinguishable in shade or sheen. Their eyes locked, breathing tenderly, foreheads touching. One of Tianyang's hands rested on Yuqing's waist; her slender fingers, soft and glowing faintly with spiritual light, cupped his back. The other pair of hands found each other's faces — thumbs brushing the warmth of cheekbones as they lay in stillness.
