[Entry in the Fanfiction Writing Contest]
The empire's vast lands are a chessboard in a game of strategy, yet someone stays high above the clouds, leaning against a phoenix and watching from the sidelines.
Ride the phoenix and spur the steed, rule the world by the kingly way!
Black and white seem unable to coexist, yet somehow they fit together perfectly.
He watched with his own eyes as the person who had been by his side since childhood vanished, light as a feather.
He watched with his own eyes as someone he cherished died in his arms, beyond all hope of saving.
In these chaotic times, human life was so terribly cheap.
He followed the wind, searching for another self: the person he had buried deep in his memories and forgotten.
“Actually, you can’t kill me!” Dao Zhi looked at the white feather blade pressed against his throat, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“No, you’re wrong!” The feather blade at his fingertips pressed a little closer, and a drop of blood welled from Dao Zhi’s neck. Bai Feng leaned close to his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. “I just don’t want to kill you, because you remind me of someone…”
“Damn it, you’re treating me like someone else again! Today I’ll show you what a domineering top is!”
“Ha…hahahaha…”
“What are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing because you’re no domineering top! You’re just a prickly little bottom…”
[Heroines’ Writing Society ❤ Official Women’s Fiction Club]
