You'd almost forgotten your past by now. It seemed like a faded photograph, hardly intelligible and hardly impactful on your current life. But the memories came rushing back as you step foot into the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, those familiar amber eyes, that familiar knowing smile.

You're not quite sure how you ended up in Zhongli's bedroom, located on the second floor of the funeral parlour, sat in his lap with his lips pressed against yours. All that old longing and desire resurfaced like dust aggravated in a lake which had long settled to the bottom.

"You taste the same as I remember..."

Zhongli mumbles, his warm hands holding you in place by the waist. His touch was soft and gentle yet with flaming passion, just like the old days where the two of you were young and in love.