Sang Luo was utterly shaken. "You! A Soul Mark can only be placed once. Aren't you afraid I'll erase it? You'll become a Wandering Beast then!"
A thin sheen of sweat covered Duotu's face as he smiled miserably. "I don't care. If you want to erase the mark, then go ahead and erase it!"
"...Do you really think I'll go soft?" Sang Luo laughed in fury. "How much of what you say is even true?"
"Luoluo, every word I've said to you is true! I haven't lied to you!"
The bed curtains swayed and tangled. On the wall, silhouettes merged and parted, on and on without end.
"What... what will it take... for you to let me go?" she asked, her voice faint and weak.
He suddenly hugged her tight, burying his face in the crook of her neck. A low, suppressed growl rumbled in his throat as he pleaded,
almost begging,
"A child... Give me a child, and I'll let you leave."
"Ugh, you bastard!"
"Call me a bastard, call me despicable, I don't care. Just give me one, won't you?"
