[ His hand closes tightly around Zhou Zishu's, clinging instinctively to the grounding hold as Wen Kexing looks down the path between the stone guardians standing above them. When he was young, the valley statues had always seemed massive and terrifying, like something that would come to life and crush him if he made one wrong step. Now, after everything that's happened to them, Wen Kexing isn't sure what they'll find. He draws in a deep breath, hesitating as he holds onto Zishu.
He should say something. Wen Kexing always has at least nonsense to fill his emptiness with. But for some reason as he stares into the Valley, he can't find the words he wants. With another squeeze to Zhou Zishu's palm, he starts walking down the narrow path, steps falling stiffly as he leads the way.
It's empty. None of the ghosts are anywhere in sight. Somehow, he almost feels like an intruder again. ]
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He should say something. Wen Kexing always has at least nonsense to fill his emptiness with. But for some reason as he stares into the Valley, he can't find the words he wants. With another squeeze to Zhou Zishu's palm, he starts walking down the narrow path, steps falling stiffly as he leads the way.
It's empty. None of the ghosts are anywhere in sight. Somehow, he almost feels like an intruder again. ]