[ Xiao Xingchen lets out a broken sob. Little details about his nameless friend who had been Xue Yang that whole time comes back to him. They'd lived together for so long... and it's hard to think of Xue Yang as being the same as the man who had made him laugh, who had kept him company when otherwise he would've be alone. The man who had been helpful and caring and sweet.
The same man who had tricked him into killing helpless villagers. Who had slaughtered clans and fooled him into killing Zichen. ]
I don't.... I don't understand. Then why, why did you... do all that? Why did you turn me into a killer? [ More blood runs down his cheeks, dripping onto his robes. ]
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The same man who had tricked him into killing helpless villagers. Who had slaughtered clans and fooled him into killing Zichen. ]
I don't.... I don't understand. Then why, why did you... do all that? Why did you turn me into a killer? [ More blood runs down his cheeks, dripping onto his robes. ]