The dark dusk melted away in the cool evening breeze. The young men embraced each other closely, and their shadows on the ground overlapped into one.
Logan felt a little dizzy, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His neck was held too tightly by the other party, and the temperature of Jason's cheek was all pressed against his skin, as if it was about to burn.
Driven by reason, Logan corrected in astonishment: "Don't, don't yell."
While his courage was still fresh, he asked Jason: "Do you really understand what I mean?"
"I understand!" Jason's eyes were filled with tears, and he almost cried for joy, "It turns out that selling your soul can really make your wish come true! Now I am not afraid of going to hell!"
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