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"Drink," I said coldly as I turned away. I gave him the wooden vessel with the flower juice and a drop of my blood so he could drink it instead of me putting it on him. I'm tired of making my heart to race over and over again. Having feelings for someone like him will be a colossal mistake.

I seen how humans deceive and manipulate each other's hearts. How many worldly loves and how many disappointments have I witnessed in their world? People's love are shallow since most of them are readily swayed by temptation and lust. In addition, their lives are short; if I were to love, I would want us to stay together for a long time, but mortals grow old and die. For me, the length of their lives is insufficient.

I want to be able to feel love for the rest of my life. After a while, he accepted it, and as he drank it, I whispered another prayer, which ignited the extract. His bruises lighted up in different parts of his body at the same time and it vanished swiftly.

There appears to be no bruis