i highlighted entire pages in this chapter because what hits harder than someone whoâs supposed to be ruthless and cold accidentally showing emotion and getting freaked out by it:
Xie Que Shanâs mind rang, and he could no longer hear what Nan Yi was saying. Song Yushu, Song Yushu⌠These two names had countless possible pronunciations, but he immediately realized that it was âYushu,â meaning âgive me forgiveness.â This was the name he had given himself.
The last string in his heart was still struck by him.
It was like a wound, deep and raw.
If there was still one person left in this world who wanted to save him, it must be Song Mu Chuan.
But he had already made his heart as hard as rock.
Suddenly, a cold touch brushed against his cheek. He lowered his eyes to see Nan Yiâs fingers.
Nan Yi seemed to have noticed that Xie Que Shan was crying. She couldnât believe it and cautiously reached out to touch him. Just as she tried to pull her hand back, he grabbed it firmly.
He tightly held her hand, his palm gently brushing over her knuckles, silently wiping away the tear stains.
But Nan Yi clearly felt the wetness on her hand.
She didnât dare move or speak, feeling as though she had glimpsed Xie Que Shanâs hidden vulnerability.
After a long silence, he seemed to be lost in thought, still not letting go of her hand.
This evidence of tears, as long as it was held tightly in his hand, would not be opened, would not be discovered. It was as if, by doing so, he would never be weak again.
Strangely, Nan Yi felt a pang of heartache for Xie Que Shan.
