"I've always been burning joss paper for you."
He didn't dare touch Wei Zhao, afraid it was an illusion that would shatter with a touch, watching him greedily without blinking.
"After you left, no one hit me anymore."
"Those young masters who used to look up to me turned their faces. Today they mocked and ridiculed me; it's their doing on my face."
Yunling: "But I scratched them until they bled."
He was overwhelmed with sadness, with too much to say.
"When your coffin was brought over, I insisted on viewing you one last time!"
Ning Yunling didn't know if others were moved.
He himself was very moved.
"But they all said you were brought from the border and that your body had long decayed, maybe only bones were left."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Wei Zhao: ...
Yunling: "I didn't mind at all!"
"I just wanted to carve your last look into my bones! To reminisce every day!"
Yu Tingwan: ...
Wei Zhao closed his eyes heavily.
