Xue appeared just like that, standing in a corner of the room. Before I could make out her face or eyes, I wounded her with a sharp knife.
I don’t know whether Xue felt the pain, but that’s what I believed.
Because before she could steady herself, I looked at her and said, “□?” The room was quiet, and my voice rang out clearly.
Xue said nothing. She turned toward the wall, then disappeared into it.
From that moment on, Xue made my heart ache.
I knew I had wounded her with the cruelest weapon of all.
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