Blades Turned Toward Me

[You're most captivating when you're not looking at me.]

"When I killed his biological father right in front of him, I saw his eyes: black, shocked, with love dying in them in an instant and hatred springing to life a heartbeat later." Standing in goose-feather snow, Wu Xingyi said this, then smiled. "When I think about it, I'm really awful. I made him hate me that much, while also making him love me that much."

But that blade should have fallen eighteen years ago. Being eighteen years late was already the full measure of tenderness he had for Shao Zhen.

A sickly top who spits blood after walking a couple of steps x an unbridled stray-dog bottom

Theme: Live toward death.