( oh, he's angry. xingchen had every intention of stepping away but now he lingers, drawing in slow breaths and letting them out in hopes that it might steady him, but it doesn't. it doesn't, and jiang wanyin demands that he speak.
what finally comes is, )
Please
( no truer mercy exists than the fact that text cannot possibly convey how desolate that one word actually sounded. )
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what finally comes is, )
Please
( no truer mercy exists than the fact that text cannot possibly convey how desolate that one word actually sounded. )