[ There have been waking dreams, and ghosts made solid, and corpses rising from the ground with faces much like the ones she's loved and lost before.
Even when this ghost reaches out, hand placed against hers, Wen Qing refuses to believe. He calls her sister, which no one has done here, but these ghosts are tricky.
The sun is too bright, making her wince, and she lifts her free hand to shade her face from the sun. ]
No. No, a-Ning is— [ She looks away from him, her gaze hazy. ] He's at home. Finally released, after— [ —after she failed to protect him. ]
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Even when this ghost reaches out, hand placed against hers, Wen Qing refuses to believe. He calls her sister, which no one has done here, but these ghosts are tricky.
The sun is too bright, making her wince, and she lifts her free hand to shade her face from the sun. ]
No. No, a-Ning is— [ She looks away from him, her gaze hazy. ] He's at home. Finally released, after— [ —after she failed to protect him. ]