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"Do you know?" Cui Beixi's voice was so fragile, like a thread of silk about to snap, her face so filled with misery that Liu was shaken and could hardly bear to look.
Liu hesitated back and forth, still unable to make up his mind. He thought about revealing his identity—screw it all—but he also feared that under the wrath of the enchantress teacher, he might be slaughtered {PS: This seemed rather unlikely}. A very likely possibility was that the enchantress teacher, with her mind troubled by secrets known by an unrelated outsider, might mix shame with rage and commit suicide.
None of these three scenarios was something Liu wanted to see.
"There's a kind of love～somewhere between sanctity and sin～" Cui Beixi seemed to find the answer in the other's flickering gaze and dejectedly sat back down on the bed, muttering this line of poetry over and over. The moonlight cast a painful reflection on her tear-streaked face.
