Buluo City had never known the turning of the seasons. Snowflakes melted and fell again, veiling the city's true face. The wind screamed itself hoarse, sweeping dead branches and powdery snow high into the air, like a crazed prisoner who'd just escaped confinement, intent on swallowing everything and wiping it from existence.
"How am I any different from them to you?" Lan Ming raised a finger, and flames instantly spread throughout the room. The leaping fire climbed the hem of her clothes and was reflected in her blue eyes. For the first and last time, Lan Ming's eyes held warmth.
She smiled softly, saying his name over and over, as if she had found peace, or perhaps as if she were sighing.
"I'll give you whatever you want."
"Now, all you want is me."
"Then I'll give myself to you."
No cruel villains to punish, no revenge. This isn't a wish-fulfillment story, so please read with caution if that's not your thing.
