"Even if your hands are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood, I would still let you cradle me, if only because those hands belonged to you."

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In a world such as his, the wasteland people called China was now filled bright lights and citizens who held empty smiles and spoke even emptier words to protect the safe illusion, everyone understood that when a shooting star was seen in the sky, someone was about to die.

Because in his world, shooting stars weren't stars, they were arrows shot up directed towards the unfortunate, a sign that they had become the next victim of the reaper, an angel of death that was said to play their victims favourite melody before their inevitable death, as if it would make up for the fact that their time was up.

Ever since Qiao Zhun was a child, he had made it his life mission to hunt down the graceful reaper, and end their life just as they had ended his family's.

But what happens when the angel of death makes him feel things he shouldn't?

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"If you are to be the sun, than I am to be Icasrus, a fool fated to fall and burn before I ever reach you. Even on wings of wax, I would fly towards you."

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