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He breaks free of Nice’s ghost, his long shadow.
But sometimes, Lin Ling will sees things in the corner of his eye.
There is a cold spot around his shoulders no matter how hot the day is, or how he burrows himself in his blankets at night. He wakes in the morning to the smell of spring flowers still touched by the frost of winter; an alpha’s smell but Lin Ling is an omega and not even masquerading as Nice changed that. The phantom pain of a bite on the back of his neck, of the imprint of teeth in skin but every time Lin Ling goes to touch the skin there, his collar remains, the skin there unblemished and unmarked.
Nice knows he and Lin Ling are meant to be. It doesn't matter that Yang Cheng loves Lin Ling too, or that Nice is already dead.
That changes nothing.