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"Hey, what do you think of love?" This was the first question that I heard from Pan's mouth once we started our walk back to Fu Meng's previous and my current base.
I don't know what got to him, but if he got a love bug, it should be rectified at all costs.
[Why are you talking like that? Love is not a contagious disease or anything, you know?]
{Are you kidding me? Faster heart rate, difficulty in breathing, aching hearts… Can't you see it as well? Love is nothing but a freaking disease! And we need to forcefully get it out of someone's system before the situation gets worse.}
[I've heard poets describe love better than you…]
{Ah, those lads… They simply glorify love as something great and stuff, when all it gives you is just a hollow heart and immense disappointment.}
[Hmm, you seem pretty well versed in that subject…]
