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Three years, and the world still feels grey.
Each day passes the same as the last, the hours passing slow and tacky. Shen Qingqiu drifts through each day, listless, barely feeling the hours pass. His disciples try to keep him busy - Ning Yingying and Ming Fan chivying him along from one set of duties to the next, bringing him his meals and keeping his cup full of tea. He doesn't much feel like eating, to tell the truth. He doesn't much feel like doing anything, but his disciples are there, looking at him with worried eyes, so he does his best to assuage their worries, letting them drag him from one meeting to the next.
At the end of each day, Shen Qingqiu finds himself back in the same place, sitting before the sword mound. Grass has grown over its edge, flowering vines creeping up its sides, and they bloom now, the blossoms pale and delicate. Shen Qingqiu doesn't have the heart to remove them. He kneels there, hands resting in his lap, and watches tiredly as the flowers bob their heads.
Three years now. It'll be two more years until Luo Binghe makes his way out of the Endless Abyss, and then it will all be over.
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The promised monsterfucker Bingqiu fic, first chapter released. Technically this is supposed to be the second in the set I have planned, but I was getting impatient so I'm releasing an initial chapter early.
