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The main story is part 93

He always accompanies me here. He is here. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

But on this good day he tells me he is tired …

Then he closes his eyes with my hug. His hands empty my understanding. His bloody smell fills my nostrils and his weak voice echoes my ears. And his arm lay down, his head climbed to one side, the whole body lost his life at that time, that is irreversible.

After this, the world seems to be collapsed …

In fact he was dead.

Every day, when I return home, I always bear witness to his stubborn attitude. I’m sitting in a chair quietly watching. His book is a guardian and it’s a book that I have written several times more and more.

I could not take away his freedom.

He was never me.

This is what his attitude told me. It makes my heart more definitive every day to release my other foot.

I do this today, but he is desperate. Real desperation

And I say to myself: you’ve finally destroyed …

He finally owns me. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

Death

Death in my hands

He is the same, as I possessed completely, so I thought much about what would be done. But why this end is really real, there are many sufferings in my mind. Even breathing can mitigate the drainage of tears and break into my body. It’s very painful to cause a wave of bitter suffering …

I do not mind …

His belief is that I will die. This foundation, which escapes from my lips, understands me.

So I really could not accept the end of this kind.

But he still leaves me and is asleep. XiYan is tired, so I’m sure I’ll wake up, but the day I live in the dark night of the night.

I just have a false belief that he does not want to wake up. When he told me again, if he felt, he said: CanSheng, I will not see you again.

It happened on the sin of help.

At that time, he was too weak when I slowed my hand in my hand, I felt he had disappeared from my hand …

And happily I do not forbid.

I remember tonight. The deadline is tomorrow. I think he’ll take scenes and let me do it, but he stays calmly with my hands. He closed his eyes a little as he breathed.

I felt he was moving midnight. I wake up and I will not let him understand. I felt he slowly moved his body. Because his hand was carefully seized in the hugging chain and was placed in the bed.

When he faced, the sound was clearly heard in the room of the sky, and the ear was bored. However, he did not seem to worry when I woke up. He went the way for the sole purpose.

He leaned to the wall, acting his weight as a right foot, the other foot as an additional support. He was very difficult when he laughed. His figure on his back is weak and bright. His members are miserable and bad …

He did not stop, he was constantly walking through the window. After stopping he easily opened a heavy curtain.

That night he only stood under the moon and looked at the window. Half of his face went into my horizons. He has not changed slightly with a significant expression, but under calm light he seems to be very happy with sadness.

I think he’ll cry …

But raising his head in half, he simply looked at the sky high and lonely moon. I do not know what he thought about that. The four chains extend from your extremity to your head bed.

The car reflected the light of the ice under the moon. Their eyes were calm and calm. Because they looked at the outside world.

He has never seen me before. It was like I did not worry if I woke up. Perhaps he might know I was awakening, but I just did not want to accept my existence by seeing me.

At that moment, I felt he was a forgotten bird. Because this place is his cage and his cage is for his life.

And my captain, all steals her, but at the same time a Captain, whom he could not love.

“Yes Sheng, you should hate me.”

When these words escape my lips, I lift my head and look up before I firmly tie it to my arm. XiYan says to wake up today, but most seats.

I hugged him today and it does not move considerably. I sat in the same position he had seen. He is in my arms and breathes equally. He slept all day.

The whole gallon on the hands and feet is exchanged once and the material of white snow is tied to members and members. I firmly limit him to the chain under the problems of Xi’an …

He is mine

No matter what happens, it will not change.

I lower my head and cheat my eyebrow softly with my lips. His hair is long and calm around his head. He quietly breathed my hug quietly with closed eyes. The long tabs are quite calm to catch most of the dust in the air. The elbow of the lip is smooth and beautiful, releasing soft pink.

A simple wool sweater hides the light body and has shown signs of a neck-neck and a long slide.

They are red and contusive.

He did not know he was very handsome. Difficulty beauty you will not see.

But it’s not the same as a gentle charm. Instead, the beating becomes stronger. Assassination, but stubborn.

My face drives too hard to control its heat. My hands swell and change hands easily.

I say: “IunSheng, giving me all my life, is not it?” I want this life, only this life … ”

People do not answer with my hand, I continue breathing silently.

I breathed a little and told me that “I’ll wake up soon, you’ll lose the sunset,” well. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version. If you have any questions about this, maybe you should read the FAQ.

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Main Story Part 93

He will always accompany me here. He will stay here.

But on that fine day he tells me that he’s tired…

He then closes his eyes in my embrace. His hand slips from my grasp. The smell of his blood fills my nostrils, and his weak voice resounds in my ears. His hand then falls onto the bed, his head tilts to one side and his entire body loses life at that very moment, all of which is unrecoupable.

At the split second this occurs, I feel like the world has crumbled…

Actually, he had already lost vitality way before now.

Everyday when I come back home, I’ll always witness his stubborn attitude; sitting silently on the chair and gazing outside. On his legs, lies “Walden”, the book he’s flipped through many times before.

I could never take away his freedom.

He never belonged to me.

This is what his attitude tells me. It makes my heart all the more determined each and every day to take away his other leg.

I’ve done that today, yet he’s in despair. True despair.

And I tell myself: He’s finally been destroyed… by you.

He finally belongs to me.

Death.

Death in my arms.

I’ve thought about this ending many times before, because this is the same as him completely belonging to me. However, I don’t understand why my heart is in so much agony when this ending truly becomes a reality. It hurts so much that even breathing brings waves of bitter torment that stab my tear ducts and cut at my body…

Don’t die…

A persuasion for him to stay that I blurt out. This plea that escapes my lips makes me completely understand.

So I could actually never accept this kind of ending.

But he still leaves me behind and falls asleep. That’s the day when I lived in the true darkness of the night, even though XiYan is certain that he’ll wake up because he’s only too tired.

It’s just that I have a misconception that he doesn’t want to wake up. When he was talking to me back then if felt like he ways saying: CanSheng, don’t let me ever see you again.

It carried the grief of a farewell.

He was too weak back then, I even felt as though he would disappear from my arms if I loosened my grip on his hand just a bit…

And luckily, I didn’t let go.

I remember that night I told him the deadline was tomorrow. I thought he would make a scene or even beg me not to do it, however, he merely rested in the crook of my arm silently. He slightly closed his eyes as he breathed.

I felt him move in the middle of the night. I woke up without letting him realise. I felt him slowly move his body as his hands carefully gripped onto the chain that restrained him and got off the bed.

The chain still resounded as it clashed against itself, the sounds were clear and ear-piercing in the empty room. Yet, he didn’t seem to be bothered if it woke me up. He merely proceeded forward towards his only target.

He leaned against the wall and put all his weight on his good leg whilst the other leg with a reconnected achilles acted as an extra support. He walked with with abnormally great difficulty as he limped. His figure from behind was weak and pale. His limbs were emaciated and frail…

He didn’t stop and only stubbornly kept walking towards the window. After he halted, he gently opened the heavy curtains.

That night, he just stood beneath the moonlight and gazed outside the window. Half of his face entered my vision, he was slightly desolate with an emotionless expression, yet beneath the gentle moonlight it seemed so laden with grief.

I thought he would cry…

However, with his head half lifted up, he merely gazed at the solitary moon hung high in the sky. I don’t know what he was thinking about either. Four chains extended from his limbs all the way to the bedhead.

The shackles reflected an icy gleam beneath the moonlight. His eyes were cold and calm as they gazed at the outside world.

Throughout this entire time he never looked towards me once. It was like he was never worried about whether I was awake or not. Or perhaps he knew I had awoken but just didn’t want to look at me and acknowledge my existence.

At that moment I felt like he was a bird that was put away and forgotten, with this place being his cage, his cage for life.

And I, the master who stole away his everything, yet at the same time the master who he couldn’t help but love.

“YunSheng, you should hate me.”

After these words escape my lips, I lift my head and gaze outside before tightly embracing the person in my arms. XiYan says that he’ll wake up today but it’s almost dusk.

I pretty much didn’t move today whilst holding him. I’m sitting in the same position as he did before as I gaze at everything outside. He lies in my arms and breathes evenly. He’s already slept for an entire day.

All the gauzes on his hands and feet have been changed once and the snow white material binds around his skinny limbs. I stubbornly lock him up to the chain again beneath XiYan’s frown…

He’s mine.

This will not change no matter what happens.

I lower my head and gently caress his forehead with my lips. His hair has already grown long and softly wraps around his head. He silently breaths in my embrace with his eyes tightly shut. It’s so quiet his long eyelashes could almost catch the falling dust in the air. The curves of his lips are smooth and clean and they emanate a soft pink.

A simple woolen jumper covers his frail body, revealing his long slender collar bones and the marks I left on top…

They’re bright red and bruised.

He never knew that he’s extremely beautiful. A silent beauty that one could never get tired of looking at.

However, it’s not the same as a woman’s soft charm. Instead, it’s heartache amidst strength. Morbid, yet stubborn.

My face uncontrollably presses against his warm one. My hand climbs onto the bandages on his hand and gently strokes him.

I say, “YunSheng, give yourself to me this lifetime, okay? I only beg for this lifetime, just this lifetime…”

The person in my arms doesn’t reply and only silently continues to breath.

I gently sigh and continue to talk, “Be good and quickly wake up. You’re going to miss the sunset.”

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