"Whose hand do you want to hold? No one is willing to hold your hand forever, because your sins can only be washed away with blood, and then new sins will be added. It goes on like that until death. The marks of bloodshed can never be erased."
Feng was the surname his father gave him, but Yilin was the name bestowed upon him by fate.
The care no one was willing to give him, the protection no one could offer,
he gave himself without holding anything back.
But why was there now such confusion and hesitation in the look he gave him?
Was the demonic nature branded into him still hurting the other man?
If so, then he had no choice but to...
Theme: First published on Jinjiang. This is not an original work. Read it or don't; if you don't want to, then don't. No one's forcing you.
