A three-life stone binds two hearts.
Is it boundless beauty? Is it eternal destruction?
When he raised the sharp thin sword and passed it coldly through her chest, she finally smiled like a flower, but in the end she lost.
The silver hair on his head was fluttering, and his coquettish pupils were dim. He remembered him with his last remaining light, and then deeply forgotten him. We didn't owe him anything.
A crystal teardrop fell down his face, his? Hers?
I just hope we never meet again
Author tags: sadomasochism