He and His Black Moonlight

Another couple of weeks passed.

Shen Jing stayed by my side the whole time, even taking me along to his business dealings.

But the longer I stayed with him, the more my guilt piled up, on the verge of exploding.

Sometimes Shen Jing would even bring me a stack of documents to sign.

Looking at the complicated German on them, I was a little speechless. “What? Now, of all times, you’re still trying to sell my organs?”

Shen Jing laughed, his shoulders shaking.

“Sign it. It’s a gift for you?”

A house?

Anyway, whether I signed it or not didn’t matter anymore. Even if it was to sell my organs, I couldn’t care less.

I had already resigned myself to the idea of perishing together with Shen Jing.