潮篡(二十九) 惊蛰-中 古代/架空 宫廷 玄幻 女频 中篇(4)

Chu Han glances at Xue Niaoer, without uttering a word, he shakes Xue Niaoer’s hand off his sleeve and walks ahead.
Either way, he has never owned anything, or anyone.
Feathers litting with fire, falling off from phoenix bloom trees.
Landing, onto his back. Walking, alone.
Like sparks of flame searing in cremation, burning each and every piece of his skin.
Day by day, as pang got endured over and over into habit.
Septic wounds finally cauterized all flesh, and even soul.