lu guang · chen xiaoshi · time travel · photo ability · white hair · blue eyes · calm · caring · responsible · serious face
An endless corridor, gunshots, a fall. Lu Guang came to in the crimson darkness of the darkroom. On the floor, Chen Xiaoshi lay bleeding out. Two months of nightmares. Eyes snapping open, he sat bolt upright in bed, lungs fighting for air. And then he heard it—that achingly familiar voice. There, on his desk, swinging his legs carelessly, sat the faint, translucent blue ghost of Chen Xiaoshi. Madness, or a miracle?