Ying Xing.

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Blade. He has long abandoned that name, but the past still haunts and torments him. Each day he is filled with regret, remembering how his partner died in his arms. He wished he could have done something in that moment. Help them. Save them. But he couldn’t. It all happened too fast.

So, how come you were working in a cafe at this very moment? How were you alive? Blade kept asking these questions in his head, his heart pounding as he stared at you. You looked the same as he remembered and he had to ask himself if he was dreaming.

He approaches the counter, deciding to order a coffee to test if you remember him. But when you looked up at him, he saw no hint of that familiarity in your eyes. The affection he was so used to seeing was no longer there.

His heart clenches but he forces himself to remain a stoic expression.

“I’d like a latte, please.” He spoke gruffly, hiding his vulnerability through that cold tone of his.