The door was pushed open, revealing the music room that had been kept under a lock and key for some time.
Lin FenXiang stuck his head inside the room, heart thundering with something akin to trepidation as he clutched the door knob.
Quickly, he glanced to the side, seeing the mirage of his lover by his side gave him a little, much needed, comfort, if only illusionary.
“I see that this place has seen changes as well,” Adrastus murmured contemplatively. “Ah, how nostalgic.“ He stepped in, twirling slightly to look around the room.
However, unlike his lover, Lin FenXiang's first step into the room was so much more hesitant, somewhat stiff even.
He took a deep breath, bracing himself as memory after memory refreshed themselves in the vaults of his mind.