In the end, you stand on two lands sharing a gaze. How is it not better to throw away this one heart filled with love.
A quiet smile touched Feng Zhiwei's lips.
Sometimes she impressed even herself with her wisdom.
Even then she had already foreseen the pain and loneliness that came when happiness failed, wise even in her youth to the misery that fate had long since arranged.
She gently lifted the drum stick, flicking her hand and sweeping the golden handle in a brilliant curve.
"Dong."
The muffled blow died powerlessly, covered by the weight of the night.
The Seventh Layer, Crapapple Sauce Steamed Bun.
The steamed bun she had hid in her clothes to save herself from the cunning, vicious Fifth Prince's blade.
"Who will you save?"