╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Psycho S.
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Damnit. Seeing how fear replaced her startled expression as if she took it too personally, Xuan Mu leaned closer to press their lips together again, caressing her neck, hiding her sobbing from the cameras, coaxing her softly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?"
Bing Shi was much more sensitive. She didn't only feel for herself, she felt for others too. She knew who to trust, who to use, who to like, until when, and how much. One broken relationship wouldn't let her lose faith in all humanity. She didn't view the world as black and white. She changed so many people's lives, and nobody really appreciated it.
To survive, she adopted a defence mechanism. This was a curse, and a blessing, against the most dangerous predators: humans. Not many could feel deeply as she did. It was her tragedy. She understood them, but no matter what she did, they would never understand her.
