"Before I met him, I always thought that my feelings for you were called love."
After that, I didn't look at him and cast my gaze towards the moon in the distance.
Not because I feel guilty, but because the air around me suddenly freezes.
My heartbeat slowed down for half a beat. For the first time in my life, I felt scared when I was around him...
(Author's note: One pit has not been cleared, and another has arisen. This article was written before "Into the Wrong Bed of Thieves". The characters in it will intersect with each other, but they are two completely independent stories. It is not finished, and the method is very perverse. It may make the readers of the article faint, so I am already prepared to be smashed, haha.)
Also: This article is only posted temporarily and I won't update it in the short term because I have to start another article, sorry for that.