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The light spilling in from the window
looks almost heavenly
As for the figure illuminated by it, he had a glow
to him. Lu Guang could alsmot see
the wings he had, figuratively.
Cheng Xiaoshi was his angel.
He would never tell anyone, but it was true in every timeline. He would always be
his vice. His guilt pleasure. The painful
reminder that all of this was fleeting.
Slipping like sand through his fingers everyday.
He would do this forever to save Cheng Xiaoshi, repeating
the same moment over and over until universe bent his way.
He would only have to outwait fate,
and he was willing to beat that wait.