Its cold, what is white? What is snow? It is something that is not red, then something that is red is what?
What is red? What is it like? Is it like the soft petals of a blooming rose? Or the bitter yet sweet taste of wine? Or... is it the blood that runs through your veins? Tell me now... what is red?
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A/N: Story contains "science fiction" so I'll do my best to explain the events and happenings in this story. This is a work of fiction, meaning places, people, businesses, political matter or anything are only in use of my own imagination or for fiction manners only. Any interesting facts will be listed in my "author's note" section towards the end.This also takes place in a futuristic world, where technology has advanced. *Also contains graphic content and explicit scenes.*
I deeply respect Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo, so no hate of any kind. Cover photo is designed by me, but I do not own the pictures so credit to their real owners. This story is an original story, so no PLAGIARISM.
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