the breath left their body

As the music fell like a heavy stone into the startled silence, everyone was all suspiciously quiet, everyone’s focus, eyes, ears, as only at one person, it was hard not to focus on something else, when the music itself echoed through the castle, the sight, the music, everything.

It was all breathtaking.

The sight alone was breathtakingly beautiful, never have they seen the moonlight shine like that tonight, that boy playing, that Huang Zitao is playing while shining, no, more like glowing, under the moonlight that shone through the big window in him making him look like glowing, and the way he move, the way he play, oh how lovely, so professional, as though he did this sort of thing every day, and perhaps he did.

And the music, it was also breathtaking, no doubt about that, but it was different.

it was breathtaking in a sad way, the music was slowly and carefully squeezing they’re heart, making it hard to breath, it was so sad so sorrowful but at the same time beautiful,

it was like an instrument of perfect torture, promising pleasure of which they had never dared to hear and dream.

It was all extraordinary.

At least now there need be no hearth-searching, zitao decision had been made, finally and irrevocably.

He would keep quiet, and let his disguise speak for him; he is so tired on them for defending himself.

as he finish, he immediately stand up, he had made his point and now he is anxious to be gone, he start walking then glancing at his shoulder he snatch a glance at everyone.

He smirk.

the look of their face was so precious, that it take a lot of zitao to continue walking and
not to laugh at their face, he also want to shout at them “in your face” oh how he love to do that, but he can’t.

Not yet.

as zitao walk through the hall, he immediately stop, looking outside where the garden is, he had never touch or smell a flower like, so might as well do it now than later, because tomorrow he will be out to this place, and never come back, he promised to himself.

When his outside, he was greeted by a fresh air, he breath in, oh how he want to take off his mask and enjoy the air,

but he can’t.

smiling bitterly to himself he made his way through the bushes where different colors of flower is, he then stop as he is in front of it, squinting his eyes as he watches it with full curiosity,then slowly removing his gloves.

What would it smell and feel like, he ask himself as he reach to touch the flower.

“What are you doing?” a deep voice asks behind him.

zitao was so startled that when he move to spin around, he got trip, he shut his eyes and prepare for impact.

But there was none.

Suddenly he can fell a hand on his waist and another hand holding his hand.

Opening his eyes, to see his so called savior, he freeze, his heart immediately flip like a pancake, in front of him the one who make him startled at the same time save him, was prince yifan, who was so handsome under the moonlight,

Everything seems to stop, even his breath seems to stop.

zitao could feel his face getting hot, it was hard not to, when prince yifan face was so close that he can see his reflection on those hazel eyes, this moment was so romantic, that-

“if you don’t move i'll drop you” said yifan with blank tone.

“oh, sorry” zitao snap himself from day dreaming, he almost bang his head at the tree for being careless and clumsy, “thanks by the way” he