XueXiao Drabbles Collection

Don't you want to see me at all?

Art by Lychee Syrup

He is not one to hum a tune. But as he plays around with the beautiful pouch in his hand, the happy melodies leaving his lips show his good mood. Yet that sharp eyes devoid emotion as ever, in contrast with how his evil grin curved. It makes him look even more terrifying.

Satisfied with the random song he made on the spot, his attention which was somewhere far beyond, is now focused on the said pouch. For common folk, it's nothing but a simple pouch, one nicely decorated and a little rare to be in possession of a man. But for those with golden core, those living in the cultivation world, it's not a mere pouch. There's something trapped inside, a weak soul. It's almost dying, barely holding on.

"Daozhang..." His voice sounds gentle as he speaks to the soul inside the pouch, "Xiao Xingchen... Don't you want to see the outside?"

"Don't you want to see how the world turned without you?"

"Don't you want to see what that little girl turned into?"

"Don't you want to see things I've done?"

Don't you want to see me at all?

The last question remains in his head. His eyes turned dim as there is no response, no movement whatsoever. He stares at the pouch coldly, killing intent sipping out of his being. As his hand moves to bring the pouch closer to his face, dangerous in unnerving silence, he closes his eyes and brought the pouch a little higher.

The kiss he planted is uncharacteristically gentle.

And lonely.

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