[Xiao Xingchen wants to laugh at himself for still caring about it, but he keeps his eyes averted from Xue Yang as he moves about the kitchen. Whether the food is drugged or not—how does that matter now? Maybe it was even less of a problem before, when he lived in blissful ignorance with his nameless friend. Still, he can make himself go through the same motions, even if it's the ghost of the life they had before. The afterlife of a dream, perhaps...
Searching through the pantry and the refrigerator, he settles on something that's both sweet and easy to prepare. He learned how to make crepes filled with fruit in the cafe, and there ought to still be some preserves. As he gathers up the ingredients, he can't help a quiet scoff.]
I may be more of a mess now than I ever have been before. How could I look good?
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Searching through the pantry and the refrigerator, he settles on something that's both sweet and easy to prepare. He learned how to make crepes filled with fruit in the cafe, and there ought to still be some preserves. As he gathers up the ingredients, he can't help a quiet scoff.]
I may be more of a mess now than I ever have been before. How could I look good?