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[It only takes that tone of desperation for all semblance of unbiased rationality to fly out of Shi Qingxuan's pretty head. His own fingers tremble in the now taut fabric of Huaisang's robes, stretched across his back with the force of the wind master's pulling.

Virtuous and kind as he is, he doesn't have enough depth of generosity to extend the benefit of the doubt to the whole situation--not with the way Huaisang's voice breaks and the breath in his chest rattles at the mention of his older brother. The tears come faster than he can wipe them for Huaisang, this time with the hem of his sleeve, soaking the frustration up.

Huaisang has taken his justice, but justice hasn't taken its course. What use is it when the man lives and breathes here rather than face his own karma and reincarnate to make right his wrongs?

And yet, Qingxuan has never been one to wrap his head around revenge. But this is different. This is setting things right.]

Your brother deserves to know the truth. Is that what you need me to tell you? [As if Qingxuan would have to be coaxed to agree.]