The Outcast and the White Moonlight
Completed
Upon reincarnating into my youth, I encountered the outcast true young master on the rooftop.
He was covered in bruises, his eyes devoid of light, like a butterfly on the verge of spreading its wings to fly.
Under the sunlight, I reached out to his plea for help.
“If salvation requires bearing a heavy soul, I think… I am willing.”
That afternoon.
I held onto my delicate rose.
| Date | Translator | Release | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Oct 1 | Crimson Translations |