Tianlang-Jun had said, “But why is loving a person such a difficult thing?” At the time, Zhuzhi-Lang had been unable to squeeze out a smile, nor had it been able to speak. As if lost in thought, it had flicked out its tongue, spraying Tianlang-Jun with a face full of snake saliva. It truly is difficult, it thought. But no matter how difficult, it’s less difficult than making one’s heart stop loving.
BESTIE... PLEASE YOU ARE KILLING ME
