The leaf-shaped dart had once taken many lives. Willow leaf sharp as blade, her heart forged of steel. When…
The leaf-shaped dart had once taken many lives.
Willow leaf sharp as blade, her heart forged of steel.
When Han Xiangxun discovered her brother was already dead, she made the decision to let go.
Even if she had nothing left to let go of.
But what can be as cruel as letting go?
To try, she tossed the willow leaf blade into the corner of the room.
Out of sight, out of mind, whether it was that blade, or the Aureate Pavilion.