Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
to be touched by you
by curiositykilled
Even in dreams, he knows Wuming is dead. It’s a kindness, perhaps, that the darkness tells the truth in this at least. That smiling mask tilts to the side, his hands held neatly behind his back, and—“You’re dead,” Xie Lian says.