Lan Xichen turns his head to look at Jin Guangyao from over his shoulder, and his jaw clicks shut. Only once has he seen him look so utterly petrified and that was when he found the fierce corpse of Nie Mingjue break in to the temple grounds.
He's facing Jin Guangyao fully now, both his hands on his shoulders to steady him, their earlier conversation forgotten in the presence of his obvious distress.
"A-Yao," he says gently. "He isn't here. Whatever you heard, whatever you saw is an illusion."
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"Only her laughter. Did you--"
Lan Xichen turns his head to look at Jin Guangyao from over his shoulder, and his jaw clicks shut. Only once has he seen him look so utterly petrified and that was when he found the fierce corpse of Nie Mingjue break in to the temple grounds.
He's facing Jin Guangyao fully now, both his hands on his shoulders to steady him, their earlier conversation forgotten in the presence of his obvious distress.
"A-Yao," he says gently. "He isn't here. Whatever you heard, whatever you saw is an illusion."