Honey youre familiar

And in they walk: Jingrui with his city manner and his Jianghu style, Yujin with his refined clothes and his broad-faced grin. And behind them walks Lin Shu-gege.Nihuang blinks. The man is at once unrecognisable and evident. There is nothing about Lin Shu-gege in his face, in his gait, in his height, and yet Nihuang knows him. Deep in her soul, she knows him. The boy she played with, the teenager she flirted with, the man she loved. He could not be Lin Shu-gege, because he was nothing like him and Lin Shu-gege was dead. He could not be anyone else.*“Who are you?” he demands.And then xiao-Shu stands up and looks him in the eyes.It is nothing. A trick of the light. Jingyan has run into xiao-Shu in the face of strangers hundreds of times. He’s been a ghost turning a corner, just out of reach.And yet… And yet. Those ghosts who had not been xiao-Shu had had a familiar angle to their jawline. A familiar curve to their nose. A familiar joy in their smile.This man has none of these. He simply is.