"Please, I need you," Huaisang repeats, sounding almost near tears.
He's been so alone for ten years, hiding who he is, feigning idiocy before an audience that had never believed he was worth anything anyway. No one's ever understood him, no one in his sect and no on in the cultivation world. Half the time, he doesn't even understand himself. All he's done has been lie for ten years, to others, to himself.
He'd loved him once. Back when he'd been innocent and full of hope for a future that would soon be shadowed in darkness and grief. His life had been so blissfully ignorant, so simple. Jin Guangyao had been a bright spot in his otherwise dimly lit world. His visits, his presents, his soft words, his patience, his attempts to mediate between him and his brother - memories of kindness and joy he's been repressing for ten years all come flooding back at once.
He's trembling, teeth chattering, as his emotions continue to rage out of control. He'd once thought to say something, to risk his brother's wrath by choosing the one man Nie Mingjue would never approve of. The next thing he knows, he's shrugging out of that final layer of robes, flinging his arms around Meng Yao and pressing his lips to his, almost frenzied.
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He's been so alone for ten years, hiding who he is, feigning idiocy before an audience that had never believed he was worth anything anyway. No one's ever understood him, no one in his sect and no on in the cultivation world. Half the time, he doesn't even understand himself. All he's done has been lie for ten years, to others, to himself.
He'd loved him once. Back when he'd been innocent and full of hope for a future that would soon be shadowed in darkness and grief. His life had been so blissfully ignorant, so simple. Jin Guangyao had been a bright spot in his otherwise dimly lit world. His visits, his presents, his soft words, his patience, his attempts to mediate between him and his brother - memories of kindness and joy he's been repressing for ten years all come flooding back at once.
He's trembling, teeth chattering, as his emotions continue to rage out of control. He'd once thought to say something, to risk his brother's wrath by choosing the one man Nie Mingjue would never approve of. The next thing he knows, he's shrugging out of that final layer of robes, flinging his arms around Meng Yao and pressing his lips to his, almost frenzied.