She.
A killer.
A solitary killer.
She didn't know why she was a killer. She only knew that she had been killing people since she had memories.
In the dark night, draw your sword, turn around, and steal your soul.
It had always been like this, she didn't know whether killing was good or not, and she didn't know why she wanted to kill, because no one had ever told her.
…
Li Feng tightly hugged her lover, whose body was getting colder, and slowly looked back at her. There was only one look, just one look, but that look was something she would never forget in her life. There was nothing in those peach blossom eyes that had always seduced people, only emptiness. But it is that emptiness that seems to be able to pull people into the boundless pain and despair. From then on, Li Feng's eyes only looked at Lin Ge. His eyes were no longer empty, but filled with the deep affection and attachment that he had always felt, so gentle, yet so sad.
"Yexue, please kill me." Li Feng said softly, his eyes still staying on Lin Ge's face, and his hand caressing Lin Ge's still cold face.
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