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Edited by Psycho S.
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Snuffling unsteadily with his broken nose, Xuan Mu squeezed her body tightly while murmuring, "It's not a dream… She is here…" The dried blood mixed made for a macabre work of art; red liquid that had been blackened combined with the purple bruises blooming on his face and cuts that kissed his marred skin made him look all the more pitiful.
Completing his artful visage was his scrunched up face, where thick eyebrows furrowed and met in the middle of his forehead, and his broken nose twisted just this much to make the frowning lines on his face more noticeable. His appearance alone made her heart ache but with the addition of his cracking voice and choked-up breathing, it felt like a tear was being carved into her heart.
