Why can he still remember it? Why can Xiao still remember your scent on that pillow you used to sleep on in a tent you lived in. Xiao can remember the Qingxin flower perfume you so loved to wear. He still owns the bottle. Still half full, even after 600 years, it still yearns to be used again. Sitting on his nightstand along with the jewelry you gave him.

His sweet, loving Mortal lover. Who stayed around Xiao too much and you went insane. You went insane, and he had to kill you. And you died in his arms.

But your ghost. Your ghost always trails behind him. Always following him; because you still love him. You still try to reach out and touch him in the way he so very loved. And Xiao can’t tell if you’re a cruel hallucination. Or if this really is you.