When I lost control again, it was not death that greeted me.
But a salty kiss.
When her lips touched, I tasted the rust in my own blood and the madness hidden in her eyes.
She gasped against my forehead, "If your sword only recognizes blood——"
She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her hot heart.
"Then let it remember that every drop flowing here is prepared for you."
That night, I finally understood.
It was never me who was trapped by the prison gate——
It's this woman who obviously should hate me, but insists on kissing my wrist wound.
Reading Guide
1. Qing Leng Crazy Sword Cultivator × Rational and Paranoid Sister
2. Two heroines/old enemy turned lover/the truth about blood feud
3. My flow setting: Feeding the sword with blood, strength is inversely proportional to reason
4. Extreme pulling/Glass candy mixed with knives/HE
Intention: If rules are shackles, I will use my body to break them and then stand up.
