Apr 19, 2022
Song Lan's mouth was almost as dry as when he was dead when he opened his eyes to dilapidated wooden beams. The surface he lies on is much more comfortable than the forest floor that he woke up on last, and he blinks as he tries to remember what happened.
Xue Yang. He was acting very strange. Still snarky, but also... calmer. Song Lan sits up, putting a hand to his head as the world spins. Where am I now?