For some reason, the male white dragon observed closely that his beloved had yet to stop staring at the little cut she had on one of her fingers. He had been itching all day to ask how she got injured and why it was taking forever to heal.
She had been staring at it so obsessively that the male white dragon wondered if it mattered so much.
''Qing Yue,'' his voice calm and divine as ever. ''Do I need to call a physician to check on that cut that has refused to heal?''
Throughout the Four Heavens and beyond, he was the only one who wasn't heartless enough not to fall in love with her.
The Dragon King shifted in her seat in order to admire the divine beauty who had been staying by her side for more than ninety thousand years now. The only one who understood and was quick to accept both her good, bad and ugly.
Her mate.
She stared at him long enough and wondered why it wasn't the Black Dragon standing right next to her like this and within her reach.
