The gates opened automatically as they approached, revealing the sweeping grounds. Wenzhi's mouth parted slightly. Xinyuan had actually done all of this.
While Wenzhi took in the view, Xinyuan remained trapped in his quiet anxiety. Eventually, Wenzhi tugged gently on their intertwined hands, and Xinyuan followed without protest.
As they walked toward the entrance, Wenzhi grew even more overwhelmed. The modern architecture blended seamlessly with warm, intimate touches. It carried the distinct nostalgia of the place they had once shared back in Belium City.
He stopped right in front of the front doors.
Xinyuan took another step before realizing Wenzhi was no longer moving. He turned around, his eyes softening. "What's wrong, freckles?"
Wenzhi stared at the door. There were so many things he could say. He could admit that a small part of him was terrified that he might suddenly die again after having already died twice.
