Jiang Cheng wishes that he could lash out, that he could be more angry, more violent, but the target of his rage has been gone for some time now. There's no one he can blame but himself, no one he can be angry at but his own longevity - that he lives when the rest of the people he has loved are gone. The idea of there being someone else to take the brunt of his hurt... It is impossible. He is a proper Sect leader now and his friends are far and few between.
He stares at Jin Ling and wishes, desperately, that he could do something to bring his mother and father back. He would give up his own life to do it, and there's no hesitation there. Slowly, his gaze flicks back over to Lan Xichen and he breathes out gently, letting some of the softness colour his face. He would give up this friendship, the depth of his love and deep affection, for the hope of Jin Ling's joy.
Covering his mouth, he tries to hide the sudden push of flowers and thorns in his throat.
"I'm not the only one who has done that, though, am I?" He looks at Xichen, swallowing the white-blue petals. "I know what the Wen Sect did to Gusu. Yunmeng was not the only ones who suffered and have rebuilt since then. I can't lay claim to something that isn't mine alone."
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He stares at Jin Ling and wishes, desperately, that he could do something to bring his mother and father back. He would give up his own life to do it, and there's no hesitation there. Slowly, his gaze flicks back over to Lan Xichen and he breathes out gently, letting some of the softness colour his face. He would give up this friendship, the depth of his love and deep affection, for the hope of Jin Ling's joy.
Covering his mouth, he tries to hide the sudden push of flowers and thorns in his throat.
"I'm not the only one who has done that, though, am I?" He looks at Xichen, swallowing the white-blue petals. "I know what the Wen Sect did to Gusu. Yunmeng was not the only ones who suffered and have rebuilt since then. I can't lay claim to something that isn't mine alone."