(Ping Xie) If That Was a Wound

This time it's probably BE. I'm still thinking about it. I want to write H, I want to bleed. I want to write a reverse fight. I want to write something sadistic, but I always feel like I can't do it. I don't know if it's because I'm inexperienced or something. There is a melody that attracts me. In "Ripples of the Ancient City", I naturally thought of Ping Xie, and of the little brother looking for memories, and their figures walking through the ancient city. If all this could be written down, it would be a good story.