Qing MingYu died as a soldier, had faced bloodbath after bloodbath. Yet, no matter how much death and suffering he had witnessed or endured, couldn't prepare him for the likes of Lan Guan-Yin.
Blood painted the earth she walked upon. Sanity seemed to be a concept she knew of but ignored, and somehow, MingYu felt for her.
The Lans deserved to die. After everything they did, wasn't that the right thing to do? To end the madness?
Perhaps it was Lan Guan-Yin's memories that intertwined with his, her feelings snaking their way to his heart. But MingYu didn't flinch as she tore through the flesh of her family. His world tinged with a pleasant shade of red. The scent of copper and death made MingYu lightheaded. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the wrath that Lan Guan-Yin released over her own home and the people in this picturesque village.
