18 Sep 2021
Shen Yuan was back. To his own body, to his own room. To his own world. Was he not dead after all? Was the transmigration thing all a dream? Then why.. would he hold this crying mess of a disciple in his arms, chanting a very worrying amount of sorry and don't leave?
Nonsense. Complete nonsense.
Yet Shen Yuan closed his eyes, hand skillfully reaching to tug off Luo Binghe's hair ornament before tossing it aside on his bed. Letting his fingers comb through the disciple's disheveled hair as he said, "I'm here." No energy left to think. Mumbling, "This master is here, this master won't leave."
And just like that, Shen Yuan fell back asleep; Luo Binghe in his arms.
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12 Jul 2021