The Demon in a Beauty
He didn't know, how he came back to the ward and entered in ZouMi's, room and sat on the chair beside her.
He observed her face, which was pale like a white sheet, her fair sun kissed skin exposed in light more brightly. With her eyes closed, she looked like a sleeping doll, unknown to his actions, he bent down and kissed ZouMi's forehead. Before he could kiss her forehead, his eyes widened, snapping back from the daze, he moved. But, as if this was what he does all the time and is familiar to doing this, he was normal. He couldn't understand his own behaviour.
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