Wen Qing was looking at the still unconscious Wei Wuxian. Her heart was hurting. She was not crying outwardly, but inside, she was weeping hot fat tears.
Wei Wuxian did not yet know what he had just lost. What she had just taken away from him.
He had been so insistent that he would be alright living without a golden core. But she was not sure she should have given in to his pleas. It was her theory, and she hated herself a little for even thinking of it.
She was mourning the loss of a great and strong cultivator.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
أدب الهواةA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
