Somehow, he manages to keep the umbrella above them even as they melt into each other’s arms. This is what was missing before: the underlying passion of their love. The benefit of their kiss came in the tingling sensation of moonlacing, as well, a sure sign that affection lived on both sides of is kiss. When Wangji broke away (when his lungs protested too much in need of air), he murmured breathlessly, “Let’s go home.”