Does one stand to greet a ghost? The point is moot, Yu Xi Gu realizes, because he couldn’t move from his chair if he tried. Just the sight of the man in the doorway is enough to drain all the color from his face and the strength from his limbs.
Xiang Hao Ting. Older, wearier, his face touched by grief and pain, but undeniably Hao Ting.
Source: Count All the Stars, by HyacinthsSoul – HIStory3: 那一天 | HIStory3: Make Our Days Count [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
Few shows ever needed a fix-it more than this one, which left all of us feeling betrayed and hurt. This fic delivers, bittersweetly.