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hua cheng can’t stand any of them. 

so, he relaxes in park spared from too much destruction, the cherry blossom trees still standing. he sits in a quiet corner away from people, so he can avoid their irritating voices and their banal conversations. he is about to start wondering how he can earn some money and restart a life here to support xie lian, when his attention is grabbed by a small figure not too far from him. 

hua cheng’s remaining ghostly senses are telling him that she isn’t what she seems, though he wants to tell his own senses back that ‘duh, most people here aren’t what they seem’. they’re both aware of the other’s presence and their eyes meet. his own expression is inscrutable. 

eventually, he shifts in his seat, folding his arms, crossing his legs, and pinching his clothing out of boredom. he lowers his gaze, staring at a petal on the floor.

“you’re staring,” he states, just loud enough for her to hear. “can i ask why?”