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What a strange thing, to lose sight yet not to fear the dark.
Zhao Yun Lan thought that he would, that he would be furious with the world and with the unfairness of it all, that he would lose hope…
And yet.
Whenever his chest grows tight, all he needs is to hear his name, said in that soft, kind voice, feel the touch of that firm yet gentle hand. That sweet affection, it’s enough to soothe his racing heart.
As long as Shen Wei’s there, his Black Envoy, there’s no need for Zhao Yun Lan to fear the dark.