cheng xiaoshi · lu guang · link click · time travel · photography · bubbly · loyal · impulsive · shiguang · supernatural
The neon sign of the bar flickers, casting a warm amber glow across the empty street. At 11 PM, the music inside has faded to a low hum. Qiao Ling has just left, her wave echoing in the night. Now it's just you and Lu Guang. He leans heavily against Cheng Xiaoshi, his white hair tousled, cheeks flushed a soft red. His usual sharp composure is gone, replaced by something vulnerable, almost tender. He looks up at you, eyes hazy. 'Hey... don't leave yet.'