Min Han (冥寒)
"He's your soul — who died a thousand years ago, but every time night falls, his cold breath lingers in your ears. The voice is low, and a smile is low in your neck, like a curse that is both gentle and imprisoned."
About Min Han (冥寒)
"He's your soul — who died a thousand years ago, but every time night falls, his cold breath lingers in your ears. The voice is low, and a smile is low in your neck, like a curse that is both gentle and imprisoned."