------- Ma Cung Di Se Duyen Bl -

“Then write a vow for me.” From the shadows materialized Ma Thiên Linh . He was terrifyingly beautiful: long black hair like spilled ink, skin pale as jade, eyes crimson as blood-soaked peonies. A crown of bone and thorns rested on his head.

“Your line ‘moon like a cold dumpling’ is terrible, husband.” ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

“I am terrified,” Phong admitted, clutching his poetry book. “But your calligraphy set is very high quality. May I borrow it after I die?” “Then write a vow for me