a quiet mind | huang renjun

"She's whiskey in a teacup. A rather dangerous elegance I must say. She wears her jewellery as if they were studded with skulls, her perfume a sweet smell of blood. Her lips a bloody red and smile like a loaded gun. You can try destroy her, but all you'd be destroying is yourself." A flame was lit "She once told me:

Cry, my dear

But do not bleed

For blood is what brings the monsters here"

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