> better left unsaid~ Perhaps you'll find out next time.❞

The corner of her lips turned upwards into a coy smile as she glanced up at Luocha. She suspected he would like the idea.

❝How did I know, hmm? I'm a mind-reader. It'll be my treat~❞

> have had ways to change your mind~❞

With a gentle tug, she pulled him to his feet before linking her arm through his.

❝How about a spa day, dearest benefactor?❞

> together are slightly fuzzy, I'd still like to celebrate with you~ You won't refuse, right?❞

> words, Tingyun's heavy breaths, ragged and uneven, suggested otherwise. She could barely hold it together. Her lungs ached with every breath she took, a burning sensation filling her chest.

> She still couldn't get accustomed to her scars of 'Destruction.' Would there ever be a way to alleviate it? It didn't seem likely; when has there ever been a situation similar to hers?

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> ❝I'd be delighted if you did.❞

> happy to lend an ear.❞

> Despite the overwhelming pain, she hesitantly raised her palm to the glass in response.

> up.'

It was easy for him to say... Tingyun felt as though a fire was consuming her from the inside, threatening to tear apart her very existence. How could she continue like this? She's like a blank slate.

... Yet she could see the concern in his expression, the flicker of worry in his eyes. >

> be a pro, then~❞

> to his expectations.

❝Is that so? I'm sure my past self truly appreciated she had someone who cared for her.

My sudden disappearance must have worried you. While it wasn't intentional, I'd still like to apologise.❞

Tingyun turned around, allowing him easier access to my tails.

❝You must >

> him a slim, gift-wrapped box. Inside was a beautifully decorated quill. She'd noticed that Sunday liked to write in his book, so the foxian thought it was the perfect present for him.

> doesn't remember anything, not even her name. As she tried to recall any memories, the foxian thought she saw a silhouette through the glass window.