Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

Xenia Wendleton snorted unhappily, "Forget about all that crap! You told me that if I'm not rejected, there's a chance. So, tell me, what should I do to earn her approval?"


Basil Jaak rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "That's easy! Just make her think you're stupid, and she'll trust you."


Jazz leaned in close to Xenia and offered her a suggestion.


Xenia looked intrigued, but then fretfully asked, "Will this work?"


"I can't promise that it will definitely work, but I can assure you that this is the best way," Basil confidently responded.


By the time the two of them left the cafe, dusk had fallen. They leisurely walked towards the setting sun, their shadows slowly merging into one.


Sometimes, life is like a silent film – no need for shouts or vows, just continue on in silence.


"What if time stopped at this moment?" Basil found himself harboring a girlish fantasy.


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