Wedge
The moonlight slowly swayed down like snow. She wore a silver mask, and the only pair of black eyes exposed shone with the same light. The bright red nails clasped the scimitar tightly, sticking it to his neck impartially.
She said: "You killed my master with a knife, how about I kill you with a knife?"
He still shrugged with a relaxed expression and said, "No, I bet you can't kill me."
She didn't kill him after all. He only remembered her eyes reflecting the black light under the dim white moonlight. He plunged into the eternal darkness without hesitation. From then on, he fell in love with her.
Pink Romance Magazine 2014 1A Works
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