Exactly. Xingchen is too pure and sweet and good. Zishu obediently sips slowly, ignoring the slight bitterness of medicine - helped by the drop of honey.
"He does," he agrees, willing everything he is to believe it. He's been told by many people that they both live on after the last memory they have of their world.
He leans against his friend, resting his cheek on a slender shoulder.
"I was on my way to visit you when...his presence vanished." Meaning he'd already planned to spend time with Xingchen. The timing was pure coincidence.
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"He does," he agrees, willing everything he is to believe it. He's been told by many people that they both live on after the last memory they have of their world.
He leans against his friend, resting his cheek on a slender shoulder.
"I was on my way to visit you when...his presence vanished." Meaning he'd already planned to spend time with Xingchen. The timing was pure coincidence.