On the city wall, he stood in full armor, his handsome face full of menace. "Pass down the order: if the Seventh Prince, Mo Fan, still hasn't appeared, I will slaughter this city at dawn tomorrow!"
Before the eastern sky turned pale, Mo Fan appeared before him. He gave a soft laugh and stepped forward to embrace that slender figure. "I knew you wouldn't bear to see a hundred thousand lives in this city lost..."
Before he could finish, a white jade hairpin sank into his chest. It was the gift he had given Mo Fan for his sixteenth birthday. He wrapped his arms around him even tighter with all his strength. "If I'd wanted to dodge, you could never have hurt me. But I'm tired. If I die by your hand, I suppose that's a whole lifetime spent with you, isn't it?"
