(Reprinting my own work, Hong Xiu's account can no longer be used)
(Uh, I'm just out of my mind. Come on.
CP article by Katasu Ming) We didn't grow up together
We are not the kind of childhood sweethearts
We are comrades-in-arms
We are friends
We are besties
We are buddies
I hold a pick and play the guitar,
I held up the drumsticks and played the drums.
We are part of a group. We are DCW - Dongcheng Guards
I just don't know if you would like to be my lover.
The love of cultivating the underworld
[Xiu wants to prove that he is not a sufferer!!!!]
(Also, can I say, is the heroine Ming?)