Aura_Rash_radicals
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Changbin had tried not to shudder as the pain jolted from his fist, his nerves sending shock signals, collapsing his brain. But that guy never winced, not when his knuckles sliced through someone's face, not when he slashed his arm with a blade, not even when he was punched in the face by someone. He bled every day; he boxed every day too. Why, you may ask? Well, who's going to pay his sister's medical bills if it wasn't for him?
His life was morally gray, him only caring about his sister who was fighting cancer. His life was dark, gloomy, full of blood and gore, until the moment she stepped into his life.
He had a reason to live, a reason to feel happy, a reason to love; moreover, he had a reason to wake up every day.
But did she feel the same way?