"XiaoHe?"
PingZe?
It hurt, the way his heart surged, beating against his ribs. But XiaoHe didn't hate the feeling, it made his blood rush through him like bolts of lightning, his skin tighten from this unfamiliar feeling he couldn't put into words. Only now, as he stood in front of the gates of Hell, did he truly feel like he was alive.
His palms sweat as he peered into the darkness, expecting the auburn head of hair and the annoyingly dazzling grin to appear before him any second now. He waited, his heartbeat growing deafening in the silence, but PingZe was nowhere to be seen.
His feet moved on their own, taking him towards the looming darkness, but Bai held him back with a firm hand.
"Stay still," Bai said as his eyes squinted, searching the area. "Do you know who that is?"
Before XiaoHe could answer, another call broke through the silence.
"XiaoHe?" It came from further away now. PingZe was going the wrong way!
