Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

Orochi was ready to drop her. He was ready to point and laugh as she struggled against the current. That’s what she deserved right? She had stolen the life he deserved. A safe home with Takara always at her side. That was supposed to be his. Even after reminding himself of all that, he still couldn’t bring himself to let go. And he never would.

Ruò appeared from nowhere, scolding him immediately. Her words went ignored. Anger clouded his senses.

Orochi stomped away from the water, towards the lǜrén, and dropped the pup at her feet. Then he left in a huff.