[ all of this happens—persephone watches every single thing that lu bixing has done in the span of all the years this memory entails, and though she cannot hear any of his thoughts, she can feel the raw emotion in each pained expression, each jerky movement, each period of deafening silence that threatens to tear him apart. none of this is anything she's ever expected from him, and for a moment, she almost convinces herself this is someone else entirely...
but no. this is lu bixing, and though he hadn't done it willingly, he has shared with her his truth.
and so... with him having seen her at her lowest, and her at his... she whispers: ]
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but no. this is lu bixing, and though he hadn't done it willingly, he has shared with her his truth.
and so... with him having seen her at her lowest, and her at his... she whispers: ]
Haha hey what the fuck.