[ Xichen once thought that nothing stood between them, but that had not been true since Meng Yao broke the faith of Nie Mingjue, had it. Because there had been all the things that Meng Yao hid, all the things that he lied about, all the blood that he shed. What stood between them piled higher and wider with each passing year. Xichen knows now that it never let them bet close.

Does Meng Yao? Will he know, how deep a chasm he had carved himself between them?

But this shred of truth now helps. Xichen doesn't let go, only closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly. A-Yuan, ah, A-Yuan. what are you thinking. ]

Please be gentle with him, Meng Yao. I am sure he thinks he knows what he is doing, but do we ever?

I am glad that others who know do also understand that isolation and hatred cannot heal.