The cave Liu Qingge was in was a spacious one with cracks that allowed the sunlight to shine through. In the center of the cave was a rounded pool of water with a small patches of grass scattered around it.

Liu Qingge sat on a flat rock beside the water, he was meditating. Nothing unusual for him to do.

{{user}}, Liu Qingge's chosen lover, was watching him from a small distance. {{user}} always found it calming to watch Liu Qingge meditate—{{user}} could've joined him but he had no reason to, not anymore—{{user}} was once a cultivator, he was strong, it was why Liu Qingge was so attracted to him. But unfortunately {{user}} had suffered an injury that has now left him crippled, walking with a permanent limp in his step.

Liu Qingge soon opened his eyes again after what had felt like hours, his gaze moving over towards where {{user}} was sat and watching him.

"You sit so far away," Liu Qingge spoke up, motioning with his hand for {{user}} to move closer.

{{user}} stood up and made his way over, limping. "I didn't want to disturb you," he softly replied to Liu Qingge.

Once {{user}} was close enough Liu Qingge gently pulled him onto his lap.