…Oh great. What was going through her mind now? He could tell that something sparked in there, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. It’s almost like there’s a particular look in her eyes when she gets a grand idea.
“How? I—…ah.” He cut himself off quickly, and furrowed his brows. A shame, she seems too curious for her own good. If she isn’t gullible, she’ll find out sooner or later—but he doesn’t want to get too deep into this. If anything, he might get in trouble, especially if he can’t find his way out of here. And at this point… he’s pretty damn lost.
Boyan soon pulled his wrist from her grasp, and shifted his gaze away from her in thought. Although his face didn’t contort into its usual snarl, but didn’t hold its previous pleasantry. He wonders if she’ll even know what he means when he says this…
“Sorry, Xiao. I’m not the Lu Xun you think I am.”
It was almost like Lu Xun was defeated. Like she cornered him and he had no where to go. As much as she wanted to understand, she could not. There was something ringing in her mind, telling her that this was a little more than an illness. The way he stood, his new facial expression, and especially those eyes–she wanted to believe that it was the boy that she respected, but she couldn’t after he spoke.
It scared her. She couldn’t place why, but the fact that the other suddenly sounded - and even looked - so different in her eyes was frightening. It wasn’t Lu Xun? Then who was it? Why did they look like him, but so intricately different?
“Huh?” Was all she could come up with as a response, staring with her eyes widened at the other. There was a silence as she tried to piece it together and come to a conclusion - or an assumption. Her gaze finally lowered, and her mouth opened slightly. Maybe he lost his mind. Maybe he was messing with her. Or maybe someone was playing a very mean trick..
“… Then who are you?” She glanced up at the mock Lu Xun. “What happened to him? Did you hurt him?”
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