#beautiful chapter

Robin 💔❤️ I'll add a little to this now (December 7th, I wrote it on December 6th). The way Saul and Robin met was so endearing. I loved it so much. I can't believe that's how he thought he'd greet her, but it was right and apt, and Oda's recall--oof!-- Although he'd have a team working with him.

And then the tears, baby girl. That's some finely woven trauma there, delivered by the World Government with a sledgehammer.

You guys know i'm a LawBin shipper, so, of course this is absolutely her story, but the parallels man—from the way the government dealt with her land, to losing two families (Robin loses two in one day, three, if we include the scholars), and the way that society has and had absolutely shunned them.

Chu Wanning did what he was supposed to, but also what he wasn't supposed to, and after everything, someone else would be the compassionate savior and he the villain. It had always been this way.

Chu Wanning knew that he was ill-tempered, so he was resigned to this. He didn't regret it either.

One cup of melancholy, many years of solitude. This is wrong, wrong, wrong.

Tear trails from reddened eyes, silken handkerchief soaked through.

Vows of affection enduring, letters of love unsent. All that remains is nothing, nothing, nothing.

The bloodstain where he had been injured while he protected Mo Ran was all the more vivid and conspicuous on those white robes.

Mo Ran's room was right next door. The inn was hardly soundproof, and Chu Wanning didn't want anyone to know, so he bit down on his lip and ripped the cloth off in one ruthless motion.

An injured animal would find place to hide and lick its wounds. Sometimes Chu Wanning felt like he was no different from those beasts, and that this solitary existence would probably continue into the future as well.

Inside were two locks of hair, corded together. His and Mo Ran's.

He wanted to hold the pouch to the candle flame and burn it, along with its ridiculous contents. But even after s time, he couldnt bear to do so.

Chu Wanning was aware of the throbbing deep in his own heart and loather himself all the more for it. He clenched the soft pouch tightly in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn't accept these feelings, which he had long held toward Mo Ran. His only wish was that he could dig out his own heart and cut out the despicable thoughts inside—tear, rend, and throw them away.

Was Mo Weiyu someone he ought to think about in such ways? What kind of teacher was he? Truly he was worse than a beast!