But as he pressed that fragile figure beneath him, a body that melted so easily with only a kiss, Somnus felt a complicated weight in his heart.
He remembered the night he confessed his feelings—when he received an answer, certain and clear, along with the first kiss ever given to him.
That night, losing himself so completely had not been so long ago, and even now he thought of it as a failure, something bitter that lingered.
He had managed to hide it well that night. But once Li Shen finished fully reabsorbing all the memories that had been lost, would he notice the strangeness of it?
Even if their magical affinity was unusually good, would Li Shen not begin to wonder why he himself lost control so easily?
Though there was still no sign of his memories ever returning, could such doubts awaken within him the most hated memories of all—those dreadful world memories he had once carried?
