Jin Guangyao had found that in the grand scheme of things as long as he was not being currently embarrassed he could enjoy the embarrassment of others.
Schadenfreude?
Perhaps he was already getting jaded by the weird things that happen on the nameless island. Anything else to focus on was better than what mess his own life was.
Today he was dressed in his recently favored modern wear, a gold floral button-down shirt, Black skinny jeans, a cream-colored suit jacket, and heeled brown shin-length boots. He sat on one of the tables to the side where he could get a good view, eating what looked like a funnel cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream.
He did however whip around at hearing that familiar voice. It was the voice he hadn't heard since months ago on a rainy evening at the temple. A person who had died protecting him.
Brodeo, because what is a bro for?
Schadenfreude?
Perhaps he was already getting jaded by the weird things that happen on the nameless island. Anything else to focus on was better than what mess his own life was.
Today he was dressed in his recently favored modern wear, a gold floral button-down shirt, Black skinny jeans, a cream-colored suit jacket, and heeled brown shin-length boots. He sat on one of the tables to the side where he could get a good view, eating what looked like a funnel cake covered in strawberries and whipped cream.
He did however whip around at hearing that familiar voice. It was the voice he hadn't heard since months ago on a rainy evening at the temple. A person who had died protecting him.
"Minshan?!"