The dark colors churn at the bottom of the deep pool, a regret that leaves the chest empty and unanchored, yet the surface remains calm like an ancient well.
His voice is low and warm, "Does it hurt?"
Wanxia takes small sips of water; she seems to have just soaked in a hot spring, feeling too drained to move, nestled softly in the man's embrace.
Smiling faintly, "It's okay, I don't remember."
She truly doesn't remember. From sleep to waking, she had a very long dream.
The dream was too complex and lengthy, full of blood, an inescapable abyss that made her think she might die inside that dream.
Actually, she was thankful for everything that happened on that big bed last night because... he obliterated her last, and only, mercy.
That was precisely what she, Ji Wanxia, did not need.
The servant prepared the meal, opened the kitchen door, and had just taken two steps out when she saw the man and woman embracing in the dining room.
She was somewhat surprised.
