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“Then you write a better one, ghost king.”

“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. ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

And the red string of se duyên tightened around both their little fingers—fate finally fulfilled, even beyond death. “Then you write a better one, ghost king