Snow-white fine linen was wrapped around his wrist, with fresh blood always seeping around the edges - like a silent punishment.
"Thank you Wangchen."
She was hung on a dead branch under the moon and suddenly smiled.
"How long have you remembered it?"
Remember this hatred, remember to kill me over and over again, and leave new scars on your hands over and over again?
The immortal in white lowered his eyes.
The scar on my wrist suddenly stopped hurting.
"How long you have been away from me," he said hoarsely, "is how long you have been away from me."
Xie Ci is the youngest pavilion master of Dark Frame Pavilion, and he always wears ink without any decoration. The material of the clothing was pure black under the sunlight. Only the dying person, or someone willing to lean over him, could see the dark gold like embers.
Like a secret suddenly revealed by the moonlight at the bottom of a deep pool.
"Your life," the young man's voice fell from above, as gentle as jade through the fabric of his clothes, "is my way."
When Ji Qingxian heard this, he patted the dust on his sleeves and threw the hidden copper coins into the air, "I bet this time - I will have a prosperous business by myself!"
Purpose: Refuse to be kidnapped by any form of affection