Constantly calling her "little lady," calling her Xiaoyu, with that ridiculous melon-seed accent that made it impossible for him to hold his head up now—it was utterly humiliating.
God of War Pojun kept up a cold and aloof expression, but inside he was sweating with embarrassment, thinking: why on earth did he have to remember such a meme-worthy, "glorious" deed!
Yet he knew very well that he remembered it because subconsciously he didn't want to forget. He had to admit that apart from a lack of freedom, his days as a sword spirit had been quite happy—a kind of happiness he never had when he was the God of War, mostly because... he had completely let loose?
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