Every breath Milo took seemed to pull him ever closer into the man he was, An Bo. Each second that passed made the two feel more like a single entity, like Milo wasn't seeing this from An Bo's own eyes, but as if An Bo's eyes were his as well. The feeling itself was surreal, but so was this moment. He couldn't believe it was finally happening. There was some parts missing in his mind, but this was crystal clear, the beautiful curves of her face, the light pink flush to her cheeks as she saw him beaming at her. The beating heart he held inside him felt like it was going to burst out at any moment, threatening to overtake him as he was nearly overwhelmed with joy. The way the dress fell so perfectly around her, even as she sat in her wheelchair, it did nothing to hinder her wondrous presence. Everything in his life had led to this moment, from being the son of a poor farmer and his wife, that good man still working the land, and standing there in the crowd. The time he'd spent with a candle going through endless amounts of knowledge, learning everything he could. Being asked to teach for the children.<br/><br/>And finally meeting her.<br/><br/>Even the day they'd come barreling into his schoolhouse, he couldn't help but feel he was in the presence of someone beyond his reach. She was strong, passionate, and beautiful. No woman had caught his eye like she had, and there hadn't ever been a time he'd wanted to ignore his duties to be with someone else. She had changed him from the very first time they had laid eyes on each other. The only thing that would stop other men only made her more unique in his eyes, and during their time spent together, there were several small adjustments he'd made to her wheelchair. They became closer and closer, the children of his classes became familiar with her presence, and some even jested about the two of them.<br/><br/>But this ceremony proved that their time together wasn't a simple jest, but the culmination of their desires and love. Looking deep into her eyes, he struggled to not lose himself just pouring everything into seeing her again. Each bow was rigid and formal, but he'd bow a thousand times, pay respects to the highest gods themselves if it meant she'd take him as her own. Nothing would stop him from seeing this through. On the third bow, just as he wanted to follow her away, something rang in the distance, dragging Milo out of An Bo. The louder it got, it drug him deeper and deeper out of the dream, until he was back in bed with Xiao Yu.<br/><br/>She looked distracted and stressed, and although she was saying something, he was still too asleep to understand. "Good morning dove, I hope this isn't how you wake up every morning," he chirped, trying to decide whether or not if he should tell Xiao Yu about his dreams. Stretching, he was comforted by the fact that she was right there, her warmth missing from where she no longer touched him. Craving it a bit more, he leaned over and rested himself around her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her neck a soft kiss.