"I saw your memories. There was a chandelier that fell? Kind of like the fan, with me? And then a hovering gun..." Magnus is frowning. It makes no sense. It's hard to focus, with Shen Yuan cold, waxen, limp in front of him, his pulseless wrist in Magnus's hand. Frankly, he wants to scream. This isn't supposed to happen. Not here. Especially not to a guy whose relationship to mortality was is was, Magnus thought, like his own.

He likes Luo Binghe well enough. He can't picture this guy doing the same things now he did in the past. But he's well aware they're not close, not specifically friends. Not like Nina and Luo Binghe. "Should I get Nina?"