Cold-hearted Meng Po × lovesick, broken-soul, devoted puppy
I flicked my sleeve and sternly rebuked the little ghosts filling the hall:
“Steal my hairpins again, and I'll smash you to pieces!”
Unbeknownst to me, every hairpin was wrapped in the sweet blood scorched from his soul.
On the night the River of Forgetfulness shattered,
he took the Godslaying Blade for me, his spine turning to stardust that splashed across my lips.
His bloodstained fingertips gently hooked my sleeve, his breathy whisper scorching my ear:
“Those little things… they copied the sweet nothings I whispered beneath the moon…
Did any of them… make you blush?”
