Warning: You guys are so going to hate the Author...T^T.
Xuan was 6, an age where we all were still having a set of milk teeth and he was standing here, watching his only light being brutally chained in a mesh of nails, blood seeping out of his little body.
Yun's blood drenched his snow like white fur, a bloody-red.
The always excited dog was whimpering in the dullest of the voice, his breathing was ragged, heartbeat urgent, everything was witnessed by Xuan, he was sure this scene would hunt him for the longest of the times, every single instance played by in slow motion, slowly but surely Xuan's body was growing cold, starting from his heart and then towards his extremities.
His eyes had already lost even the last tinge of warmth they always carried.
