tgcf quotes

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as he walked, xie lian suddenly noticed a tiny red flower on the side of the road, which looked absolutely precious. he crouched to gently touch its petals, feeling quite cheerful. 'i hope we shall meet again,' he said to it. even after he had disappeared into the distance, the tiny red flower still danced in the wind.

his highness the crown prince was banished again

pain. it hurt like he was feeling the same agony. it hurt like a fate worse than death. it hurt so much that his mind and body were being torn apart.

if a day isn't enough, let it take a month. if a month won't do, then two months, three months! if i can't save ten thousand, then i'll save a thousand. if i can't save a thousand, then i'll save a hundred, or ten, or even just one!

'i said fuck you! who do you think you are to dare to talk to me like that?! I am the crown prince!' tears were streaming down his face. one person. just one. really

xie lian didn't turn to look at him as he softly said, 'fuck you.'

by the time he snapped out of it, the man was already gone. only the bamboo hat on his head remained, reminding him that someone had stopped to pull him out.

the flower on the ground pricked his heart and stabbed his eyes. all at once, he felt very wretched and unkempt. xie lian charged forward and stomped it under his boot, crushing it like he was venting his fury.

it was a fresh, delicate, little white flower, and it had been placed on the left hand of the scorched, broken divine statue. the contrast between it and the blackened statue made it appear especially pure, like snow, but also especially bleak. it looked like this divine statue had suffered all its injuries to protect the little flower.

would you like me to remind you what it feels like to be pierced by a hundred swords?

i swear to die following your highness

the little spirit had only just arrived in the world and didn't understand at all that it had been born from such despair.

it had been dyed with xie lian's blood, had hung two royals to death -- if xie lian could die, then it would have been three. saturated with such deep resentment and evil, it would be stranger if it didn't turn into a spirit.

'why are you being like this? when did. you become this way?' feng xin mumbled. 'i...i really don't know...i'm... why did i follow you all this time--?' 'then stop following,' xie lian said. feng xin couldn't wrap his head around that. 'what?' 'i said, don't follow me anymore,' xie lian repeated.

it's not like i'm a god. can't i be angry? can't i hate?

the young man dropped to his knees in front of the scorched, black surface of the altar. bent over deeply, he clutched his head in both hands. he bellowed in immense, devastating pain. he didn't dare look at what had become of the person lying on the altar, for what lay there didn't resemble a human anymore.