Maybe this is how your life ends. Wang Ran’s glare could be venom. His lip is curling back, his face shimmering like hot air over pavement, like a radiation spell gone badly wrong, the force of him too much for this physical body to contain. Shine’s whole body glitches. His skin looks too thin. Unreal. The edges of him blurring in real time as something else shifts beneath the surface. Your eyes cross. Reality stretches, like hot strings of sugar, translucent and twisting. Wang Ran looks at you, and the soft brown of Shine’s eyes shrinks, encroached by dilating pupils, and then by a circle
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