It was a weird feeling. Back then, everything is alright. It's as clear as day, the same as how he died in your arms years ago.

It was a weird feeling, to see him standing infront of you, like what he used to do. Those crimson eyes that used to have the color you loved, now looking at you like a complete stranger. He looked at you just like how a stranger does. He's not Yingxing.

"You. Who are you?" He asked, way more harsh. Way different than how he used to call your name before that tragedy.