[ xiao lowers his eyes upon her request, turning his head away from the scene, redirecting his focus onto her instead.
he stared unflinchingly at the scenario prior to; everything seemed so jarringly modern — from the food, clothes, and furniture alike. human connections, the way they choose to interact with one another too, is still something he couldn't really wrap his head around. but if xiao recognizes anything, it's sorrow. ]
I fail to see how you were at fault here.
[ he does not contest against the bawls of her past self; maybe she can still hear him despite how he's barely audible. ]
winter mourning ( b )
he stared unflinchingly at the scenario prior to; everything seemed so jarringly modern — from the food, clothes, and furniture alike. human connections, the way they choose to interact with one another too, is still something he couldn't really wrap his head around. but if xiao recognizes anything, it's sorrow. ]
I fail to see how you were at fault here.
[ he does not contest against the bawls of her past self; maybe she can still hear him despite how he's barely audible. ]