"That's enough."
"Jiang Ruxian."
Jiang Lan calmly cut her off, his eyes filled with indifference. "Stop with that guilty, self-recriminating act. I don't need your pity, and I certainly don't need your sympathy or guilt. Do you have any idea... how disgusting I find you right now?"
As he said this, he could feel sharp pangs of pain, helplessness, and sorrow coming from the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart.
This heart, which had originally belonged to Jiang Ruxian, was now beating vividly in his chest, yet it still allowed him to feel its original owner's emotions.
'This feeling of connection, this link between them, is truly unpleasant.'
"You... you really find me that disgusting now?"
Jiang Ruxian's face grew even paler. She raised a hand to her chest, but her gaze was fixed on Jiang Lan, as if searching his familiar face for any ripple of emotion.
But... there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
