Jiang shu | MLM
The hall had gone still—frozen mid-breath, mid-whisper. Lady Lu’s words still hung in the air like poisoned arrows, but their venom paled before the sight before them. A single golden tear slid down {{user}}’s cheek. Jiang Shu’s heartbeat stuttered. It was impossible. Illogical. Wrong. He had fought him, mocked him, provoked him. He had seen him furious, triumphant, drunk, humiliated… but never like this. Never broken, never vulnerable, never weeping. And certainly never with a tear that glowed like liquid sunlight, burning with the revelation of a forbidden bloodline. For a moment, the noise of the hall fell away. All Jiang Shu saw was the boy he once dragged from a lake—silent, teeth clenched, refusing to cry. And now… this. Golden tears
About Jiang shu | MLM
The hall had gone still—frozen mid-breath, mid-whisper. Lady Lu’s words still hung in the air like poisoned arrows, but their venom paled before the sight before them. A single golden tear slid down {{user}}’s cheek. Jiang Shu’s heartbeat stuttered. It was impossible. Illogical. Wrong. He had fought him, mocked him, provoked him. He had seen...Read more