Hahaha...No

PIDW! Ning YingYing tearfully giving a recount of how Shen Qingqiu treated her and knowing how its going to be twisted. She had grown up sheltered and naive, and before the trial, she had almost believed what the people around her were whispering in her ear, maybe Shen Qingqiu really was secretly the monster that everyone else believed him to be. Shizun looked, composed, for someone who had been locked in the Water Prision for months, dignified even. When she stepped up on the stand, for a singular moment, she gathered the courage to look her Shizun in the eyes. Inperceptable to no one else, he gave a small nod, acceptance on his face. Ning YingYing grew up in that singular moment. She had tried to ignore the writing on the wall for weeks now, but Cang Qiong Mountain Sect wouldn't survive Luo Binghe's wrath. That nod was permission, to do exactly what Shen Jiu would want her to do: save herself from the slaughter. And then Ning Ying Ying grows up some more, bitter and resentful of the constant harem politics, and her cute little shidi, who she can no longer see any resemblance to. She takes to wearing only Qing Jing green, and swipe fans that Luo Binghe had taken as trophies. Her sweetness is a weapon, but these fools forget who raised her. One day, after a particularly venomous court meeting, she snaps her fan open, and Luo Binghe flinches

feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip

What if I destroyed everything trying to let you go and you destroyed everything trying to make me stay?