Music System in a Cultivation World: What the F*ck

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my sister loved superheroes.

we would watch dc and marvel and argue all the time about which was better.

one day, however, my sister didn't want to watch a superhero show anymore.

she had lost her hair then, and was wearing one of the knitted caps that we made together. "brother," she looked at me, her eyes with a dark tint that i hadn't recognized to be the acceptance of death.

"hmm?" i hadn't looked at her. i was still finding the show.

"brother," she tugged my hand, and i turned to watch her. "you need to be a hero, okay?"

"a hero?" i smiled and carefully, gently poked her. "i'm human though."

"you don't need to be super to be a hero, okay?"

i know. you're my hero, angel. @@