"I can't just get rid of it! I don't have anything left from her! They tore up the robe that she made for me, and—this is all I have left! You said it yourself—I'll probably never see her again! If Shin Minyeo really was a ghost, she probably faded out of existence or whatever after taking care of me. It's not that simple. I can't just erase her tattoo! I mean, it is a pretty sucky tattoo…and it gave me all kinds of weird dreams…but…" Abrial's hands clenched over the tattoo. She thought of that boy—Shao Cheng.
Shao Cheng, the boy whose body and soul were crushed because he couldn't perform magic. The boy Shin Minyeo once knew.
Shao Cheng, Shao Cheng. Shao Cheng.
That name.
That face.
Those glittering eyes that looked even angrier than her own when she was furious, but somehow so, so similar.
