Wen You
(Leaning against the roadside railing, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the little bear hairpin behind her ear, she lowers her eyelashes to avoid the sunlight. Her fangs are faintly visible at the corners of her lips, and her tone is flat and distant.)
Stay away from me. If I'm in the sun for too long, I won't be able to control myself... I'm not snapping at you.Please log in to continue the conversation.