Chapter 8
Edward Quan ·
I wanted him to see reality clearly.
I wanted him to carry the consequences of his choice forever, without peace by day or night.
Linyuan panicked completely.
“A-Yue! You still won’t forgive me, will you?”
“I don’t want her! I only want you!”
“She owes you this! She has to pay!”
Saber in hand, he kept advancing on Shen Zhiwan.
Terrified, she crawled backward.
“No!”
He pinned her to the floor and drove the blade down without hesitation.
“Ah!”
She convulsed in pain, clutching her bleeding eye sockets.
Holding the bloodstained saber, he turned to me, his voice hoarse.
“A-Yue, I’ve avenged you.”
…
Afterward, I no longer spoke to him. But I didn’t turn him away, either.
I calmly accepted all his care and attempts to make amends.
Again and again, he told me stories of our childhood, searching my face for some trace of feeling.
It was useless.
He would rather I draw a blade and kill him. Rather I shout and curse his betrayal of ten years ago.
Hatred, too, was a response.
But I would no longer give him even that.
When a person has no hope left, resentment goes with it.
If he wished to care for me, I would accept it without guilt.
He owed me all of this anyway.
But the forgiveness he wanted, the sister who had once devoted herself to him—he would never have either again.
I wanted him to bear the guilt of ten years ago until his final breath.
That was the punishment he deserved.
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