"I've got no goal to begin with."
"That's truly pathetic of you."
"I know, which is why I'm making you my goal."
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Cruelty and treachery are the only ways to advance in this world. With the alluring promise of getting everything once you su...
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The night was as silent as the still pond; there were no words or sounds to fill in the empty space of this household. The morning sounds of children laughing are no longer audible; the only sounds for those who remained awake were the wind's howl, the moon, and the glistening stars.
The moon and stars are witnesses to and upholders of the night's secret; it glowed during the darkest hour of the day, illuminating their light by a silhouette that walked through the garden on its way to the house, which was made of wood and a reminder of the era in which it was built.
The figure stood directly in front of the wooden sliding door, their hanfu fluttering softly in the air and their long, dark-green ponytail swaying and fluttering rhythmically. They stand there in silence, their expression blank and indifferent; however, they reach for the door with their hand.
"Hiks... Hiks..." The instant the figure heard the sob, their hand froze. They can hear distant cries emanating from within the room; the cries are filled with anguish and despondency.
They held their tongues and lowered their hands. Those green eyes stared silently at the door until they turned around, walking away from the segments of the household that lie within the garden. By the time they turn around and leave, only the moon and stars remain to accompany the weeping and tears.
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"—!!" Vior jolted awake, clutching on to her chest, where her heart lies. Her shoulders rise and fall, ice-cold perspiration dripping from her forehead and falling to the ground immediately beneath her.
"Are you all right there, Reverie?" Vior flickered her pair of lagoon hues over the source of the voice, glancing at Sachi, who was silently observing the heir, who had finally regained consciousness after a period of unconsciousness.
