The Accidental brush had happened in the halls of mirrors, when they were looking for the sword dance scroll.
Bai Lu and Wei Lang were in a section discussing the sword dance formation when Ling Yue saw the scroll on a long jade table where other scrolls lay open.
One scroll in particular drew him, and he walked closer to see that it was a drawing, like an embroidered pattern of some dancers.
"Wow," he exclaimed and reached for the scroll, but then another hand went at the same time.
Warm fingers brushed his, and Ling Yue froze.
Han Junhui stopped too, his hand hovering over Ling Yue's, close enough to feel the heat pulsing beneath his skin.
For a moment, neither moved. Their reflections in the glass stood in perfect stillness, and then their eyes met.
Ling Yue let out a gasp when Han Junhui's fingertips brushed against his. It felt as if he was about to pull away, but he didn't.
