[ perfect, good. that was really all feng xin had reached out for, and now that that's accomplished he can move on with his life and go back to pretending the ghost king does not exist within his social circle, however adjacently that may be.
goddammit. ]
...Will you, too, Crimson Rain? [ need friends here, that is. ]
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goddammit. ]
...Will you, too, Crimson Rain? [ need friends here, that is. ]