Lin Qiye took the mirror and looked at the figure inside.
Gray hair, gray eyes, gray skin. No different from anyone else.
He looked at it for a long time.
Nothing happened.
"I can't see anything," he said.
Qinghe shook his head.
"Not with your eyes," he said, "with here."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Qiye's chest.
Lin Qiye looked down at his chest. There is heartbeat, breathing, and the things left after awakening - pain, sadness, anger, memories.
He looked at himself in the mirror and tried to see "there."
