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“You’re not afraid?” Linh asked, tilting his head.

Linh appeared in a wedding robe, no longer joking. “Last trial. Kiss me willingly, or the door opens. One is freedom. The other is me.” ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

“Then write a vow for me.” From the shadows materialized Ma Thiên Linh . He was terrifyingly beautiful: long black hair like spilled ink, skin pale as jade, eyes crimson as blood-soaked peonies. A crown of bone and thorns rested on his head. “You’re not afraid

Slam. The doors locked themselves.

Linh’s lips quirked. “Is it working?” “You’re not afraid?” Linh asked

Phong, exhausted, tear-streaked, grabbed Linh’s collar. “You idiot ghost. You planned this from the start, didn’t you? The ‘trials’ were just to make me fall for you.”

The candles flickered.