Shura Wuji: I Want to Draw Your Eyebrows for the Rest of My Life

Zhang Wuji looked at the weakened Zhao Min, not even bothering to wipe the blood crusted on his face.

Zhao Min weakly reached out and caressed Zhang Wuji's face, aged and sharpened by fierce battles. She whispered, "My eyebrows are too faint. Draw them in for me. Surely that doesn't go against the principles of chivalry?"

Fighting back tears, Zhang Wuji gripped her hand and choked out, "From now on, I'll draw your eyebrows every day. I won't concern myself with the jianghu anymore. I'll only concern myself with you."

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