In the small parlor next to the living room.
The true dragon of China was standing in front of the wall... having already dressed, she now had her hands against the wall, her forehead gently knocking on it.
I want to die...
She recalled, how did she end up saying those words? Impulse? Brainless?
I want to die...
But... she didn't seem to regret it too much.
She stopped her impulse to headbutt the wall, slowly exhaled—a feeling that everything now felt much better than before, though it might just be an illusion.
The true dragon of China couldn't help but mock herself: "It seems being honest has its benefits..."
How could she not know her own thoughts, she wasn't really a young girl in her prime.
It's just that the heart of a true dragon is hard to stir... but once truly invaded, it becomes quite horrifying.
