( No; relive nothing. Forgive, forget, draw the line of cinnabar and do not see it deepen to blood. Enough is enough. One lifetime of terror, another one at the expense of Mo Xuanyu's perpetual suffering.
He does not wish Wei Ying to revisit that which already carved out his body and dwindled his soul to fit in the abstract shapes of hurt. Enough, and his hand reaches over that of his husband, his friend, thumb rolling prints and needle's pricks of warmth against Wei Ying's knuckles and bones. )
You have dead. Here, elsewhere, we have coin sufficient. ( In Cloud Recesses, wealth past measure. ) Let us gather rice and wine.
( And make offerings to Wei Ying's dead and see them, at long last, appeased and silent. )
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( No; relive nothing. Forgive, forget, draw the line of cinnabar and do not see it deepen to blood. Enough is enough. One lifetime of terror, another one at the expense of Mo Xuanyu's perpetual suffering.
He does not wish Wei Ying to revisit that which already carved out his body and dwindled his soul to fit in the abstract shapes of hurt. Enough, and his hand reaches over that of his husband, his friend, thumb rolling prints and needle's pricks of warmth against Wei Ying's knuckles and bones. )
You have dead. Here, elsewhere, we have coin sufficient. ( In Cloud Recesses, wealth past measure. ) Let us gather rice and wine.
( And make offerings to Wei Ying's dead and see them, at long last, appeased and silent. )