You felt anger within you rise as you saw Scaramouche conversing with another girl, when she clearly wasn't worth it. But you couldn't claim him as yours, in the end, you weren't in love... still. He will be yours. He is yours. You had a smile on your face to see the girl beg for her life, the knife in your hand was so close to her throat as you had a tight grip on her hair, but you froze when you heard a voice.

"..Xing?" It was Scaramouche, the worst person who could have seen this.