Shizun. [ There's a hint of an edge to Luo Binghe's tone. A warning. ] Look.
[ With a controlled motion he tips the candle, moving it over Shen Qingqiu's body to leave not a streak decided by gravity and the curves of Shen Qingqiu's shape but by the path of Luo Binghe's arm. And what does he choose but a clean line from the top of Shen Qingqiu's shoulder to his armpit, a clear reminder of how the first time he met this particular man, he severed Shen Qingqiu's body in exactly that spot. ]
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[ With a controlled motion he tips the candle, moving it over Shen Qingqiu's body to leave not a streak decided by gravity and the curves of Shen Qingqiu's shape but by the path of Luo Binghe's arm. And what does he choose but a clean line from the top of Shen Qingqiu's shoulder to his armpit, a clear reminder of how the first time he met this particular man, he severed Shen Qingqiu's body in exactly that spot. ]