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'I want this all to end,' Xuan Jian's words were just as heart-wrenching every time. The look in his eyes was haunting and the hollow smile was almost alien.
How could his Xuan Jian, his Brother Jian, his Iceberg be so cold to him? To anyone else this level of indifference—no it was more of a defense mechanism, but still—it wasn't something Xu Feng was used to feeling from his Jian.
Whether it all was a dream or some sort of lie, it still hurt. And the warmth in his hand was still there. If it truly was a dream, how could he feel the other's residual warmth?
Xu Feng hesitated, unsure of what reality was and what fiction was.
Why was love so difficult?
Whether it was the curse, their suffering, or the unending cycle of their lives, he wanted it all to end too. He just wanted peace even if it might he would ever cross paths with them again.
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