She remembered him now.
A younger teammate from her past life, one of the kids who had followed her during the apocalypse. He had been small, weak, and always eager to prove himself. She had tried to keep him alive, to shield him from the worst of it, but in the end…
Qingran's fingers curled into fists at her sides.
She exhaled slowly, kneeling down in front of him. "Tang Haoyu."
His head jerked up, eyes wide and filled with unbearable grief.
"I'm alive." Her voice was steady, firm. "Look at me."
He stared, lips parted, tears still falling freely.
"I'm here," she repeated. "You're here. We're not in that nightmare anymore."
Yet at least.
Tang Haoyu let out a choked sob, his fingers twitching before he hesitantly reached for her sleeve, as if afraid she'd disappear the moment he touched her.
"But I— I saw you die." His voice wavered. "I— I watched you—" He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body wracked with fresh sobs.
