╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Dymens
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That was their love.
He, who lived with his soul on fire, had laid himself utterly bare for her, vulnerable and exposed.
She, who faced the world as a warrior, was loved like a protector that only defended herself. His wounds were raw and they were roaring at her for justice.
'Am I really not enough for him?'
'But his life it's still in my hands.'
'I'm the one to decide...'
'~ It's not Xuan Mu. It's his depression, which is acting. Quickly think of a reason how to cure it.'
'How?'
'~ Give him more reason to live.'
'Oh? Oooh...'
She had yet to realize that she was getting herself into a ride-or-die connection that would stay with her always and in all ways.
"Don't forget. Your life is in my hands… When was the last time you masturbated?" Bing Shi suddenly asked him.
