134: Engraved; rise of the artist and fall of the art
Beta'd by SnowyEgrett
Lin FenXiang raised his head, his cold, shining amber eyes meeting directly with the man sitting in front of the piano.
His gaze trailed over his form, pale and corporeal. Holding an uncanny resemblance to his beloved, the face, the hair, the eyes, everything seemed to be the same. And yet, to him, the soul — the ghost — was nothing but a stranger.
Unlike how he had expected himself to behave, Lin FenXiang felt strangely calm. Unfamiliar to the soul wearing his lover's face. The ghost seemed to have recognised him if the resentment and malice on his face was anything to go by.
To Lin FenXiang he was nothing but a stranger. So similar yet so, so different. It made him wonder how could someone — something — that shared his lover's face could be nothing like him.
Heck, even Yan Hansheng was more similar to Adrastus than this ghost wearing his beloved's face.