wangji's percpective; i felt a presence, a familliar, dangerous and... the one i missed presence, though i felt a faint danger, i still felt, missing this presence, but to my instincts as he was about o make a move above me, i grabbed on to his wrist, a small, familliar, and delicate wrist i looked into his eyes, his silver eyes that contrast my eye color "w-wei... ying?..."
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