Thorns Spread

"I love my sister... But my sister is always misbehaving." Song Yan's fingertips rubbed the bruises under the shackles, and her voice was as gentle as coaxing a wayward child, "So, sister has to be punished... Right?" Song Man's world has long since collapsed into this gorgeous cage. Every breath was wrapped in blood and agarwood, and every struggle brought sweeter torture. Her dying pupils reflected her brother's smile - the face that she once thought was almost perfect was showing an almost pious fanaticism. "Look, the flowers blooming from the wound are so beautiful..." Song Yan kissed her trembling throat and dug his fingertips deeply into the scabbed old wound. Pain is the most honest measure of love, and blood is the most beautiful proof of love. He would use chains to compose hymns for his sister, and use tears to calibrate her heartbeat. After all, this twisted possession to the extreme is the most perfect way of falling in love between them.