lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.,Crimson flames bloomed freely in this tiny world, dazzlingly brilliant for a moment, gathering splendor within a single space.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。