Those warm moments together, the instant when the night's flames burned brightly.
In her heart,
what exactly were they?
Shen Tang was silent for a moment before slowly uttering two words, "Enemies."
"Enemies..." Necro repeated softly, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his lips.
Indeed, in her heart, they were life-and-death enemies. How could there be any room for personal feelings?
Not in the slightest.
In his lifetime, he had made countless enemies, so many that he couldn't remember. Yet there was one person he least wished to be enemies with.
Shen Tang knew exactly who he meant.
Necro gazed at her, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, as if lost in a memory he wished never to wake from, "You know, she's like a dream that suddenly appeared and disappeared... fleeting like an epiphyllum, yet unforgettable to me..."
Even if he was now fully aware that this dream had been false all along.
