“Wei Ying, it doesn’t matter to me… Whatever you’ve done, whatever you think makes you undeserving — none of it changes how I feel about you.”
“Wei Ying, it doesn’t matter to me… Whatever you’ve done, whatever you think makes you undeserving — none of it changes how I feel about you.”
“Don’t cry…” his voice is low and tender.
“Don’t cry…” his voice is low and tender.
“That’s right… I am Lan Zhan.” He freed one hand and reached out, his fingertips brushing against the other’s cheek.
“That’s right… I am Lan Zhan.” He freed one hand and reached out, his fingertips brushing against the other’s cheek.
“Lan Zhan… it was part of my celestial trial — a way to understand the mortal heart. And I did.”
“Lan Zhan… it was part of my celestial trial — a way to understand the mortal heart. And I did.”
He finally said it, looking at Satan.
He finally said it, looking at Satan.
“I did…”
“I did…”
“Is that all I’ll ever be to you? Just… a friend?”
“Is that all I’ll ever be to you? Just… a friend?”
“Protect me? But… why? What makes you want to protect me?”
“Protect me? But… why? What makes you want to protect me?”
“I don’t mind at all.”
“I don’t mind at all.”